“Gretchen is being discharged tomorrow,” Amanda said. “No prescription for her pain.”

She expected more details to come, but apparently that was it.

Dr. Melendez wrote on a prescription pad instead of her usual memo pad. “I’ll be sending you home with some antiseizure medication. I’m also writing a prescription for you to put on file with your pharmacy as soon as possible. It’s very important you follow the instructions and take those on schedule,” she said, handing Gretchen the prescription. “Avoid physical exertion and high stress situations. Just take it easy. Once I see you for your follow-up, we’ll know what the next step is.”

“No driving?” Jax said.

“Absolutely no driving.”

“Can I run or not?” Gretchen said flatly. Her demeanor screamed disinterest.

“You haven’t been running in a long time,” Jax said.

Gretchen waved her off. “I want to go for a jog every morning.”

“You used to jog every morning, but you can’t just get back into it now. Not after your injury.” Jax looked at Dr. Melendez for backup. Gretchen was crazy, and she needed to know it.

Dr. Melendez pursed her lips. “If you’d like to exercise, I encourage it. Just be careful not to overdo it with any physical activity—that includes running and even sex.”

Gretchen snorted.

Jax shook her head and walked to the other side of the room. She was ready to scream. Was no one else worried about Gretchen’s well-being?

Dr. Melendez continued, “Someone needs to be with you around the clock until we know you’re less of a seizure risk.”

“When will we know that?” Amanda asked.

Dr. Melendez sucked in a breath between her teeth. “Usually in anywhere from one to three months, but given some of Gretchen’s symptoms, I won’t really know until I know.”

Jax’s mind reeled. “Three months is a long time.”

“And during the first two to three weeks, she needs as much familiarity as possible.” Dr. Melendez turned her back to Jax. “Daily routines that feel good, not foreign. What’s a typical day for you?”

Gretchen shook her head. Her features were drawn, and she paid more attention to her hands than Dr. Melendez. “Run, breakfast, work.” Gretchen finally looked up and frowned at Jax. “I don’t know what I’ve been doing for dinner lately. Jax used to cook every night.”

Dr. Melendez was waiting for more, but Gretchen didn’t say another word. “Okay. Stick to that for now and make strides each day.”

Amanda raised her hand. “I can stay with you. I know I’m not a fancy cook like Jax, but I know a thing or two.”