Resolution

He was sure he’d recovered enough, even if Dr. Cho disagreed. Yes, the warmed IV fluids weren’t making nearly the difference in temperature that even he’d hoped for, and maybe he was still feeling the cold down to his bones. And, yeah, his muscles were still cramped and sore from the intense shivering he’d suffered through before he couldn’t shiver anymore, but he knew he could recover just as easily in his bed back at home with his Aunt May. She was a nurse after all, and he’d be fine anyways.Really.He always was.

I've been playing with different scenarios in my head as to how to conclude what I am now calling "The Libby Chronicles." Funnily enough, this year's Febuwhump prompts gave me the inspiration I needed! While I'd hoped for a long one-shot, this feels like a small multi-chapter as I try to write it so that's how I'll release it into the universe.If you have not read the previous two stories, Day Seven: Poisoning and Day Ten: "I'm sorry, I didn't know" from my 2021 Febuwhump offerings, this may not make sense to you, but you are welcome to read it regardless. And for anyone reading "One Week Later," this is only a little break. I promise I'll get right back to it. Enjoy!- Colleen xo