"Bed" Rest
It's been two days, and the hospital is reluctantly letting Jo check herself out. There isn't much they can do, aside from holding her for a psych evaluation, and she's been real careful to be on good behavior since the right hook incident.
All she wants to do is get home, crawl into her bed, and hide as long as she can. People want answers that she isn't up to giving yet, her mom keeps hovering with an expression on her face that Jo hasn't seen since her dad died, and the regulars at the bar obviously don't know what to do with a twenty-something year old who picked the wrong side of a fight.
She finally opts for a table near the window, Campbell's soup and hot chocolate to keep her company, and a glare guaranteed to keep all but the most stubborn away.
All she wants to do is get home, crawl into her bed, and hide as long as she can. People want answers that she isn't up to giving yet, her mom keeps hovering with an expression on her face that Jo hasn't seen since her dad died, and the regulars at the bar obviously don't know what to do with a twenty-something year old who picked the wrong side of a fight.
She finally opts for a table near the window, Campbell's soup and hot chocolate to keep her company, and a glare guaranteed to keep all but the most stubborn away.