Own the scars

💙 Navy blue and silver 🤍

I couldn't believe he was finally back, back from somewhere he didn't deserve to have been. But that's a talk for another time. I had no idea what to tell him first, something may things had happened while he was there and I'm sure he had a lot to tell as well even though his days were probably way sadder and scarier than mine.

For the time we were there none of us mentioned the worst events of the lastest days. Niall didn't ask me about what had happened to me and I was thrilled. I couldn't talk about that at that moment, it was still a very touchy subject for me. Besides, I didn't ask him many questions about the time in prison either because I'm sure they weren't exactly delightful. Deep down we both knew it was best to ignore those questions for now. This was a happy moment, the moment when we were finally together again, none of us wanted to ruin it by asking too many questions.

Instead, we focused on the brighter events. We laughed a lot, as we did on the day we met even though the circumstances were very different. We stayed there, talking for hours. He lay down next to me on the hospital bed, even though the nurses told him he shouldn't but luckily they didn't insist much on that. I guess they saw how we had missed each other and gave us a break. We stayed there hugging and time flew by. I had my head on his shoulder while we talked and it was so comfortable that I almost fell asleep.

~some hours later~

Lou- Hey, look who it is. The man of the hour.

N- Hi guys.

Z- Hi Emma, how are you feeling?

E- Hi. I'm alright, thanks for asking.

Li- Did you enjoy your time alone?

N- Yea, we did.

E- It was nice, catching up about what we missed.

H- That's good. I'm glad to see that you're both okay.

E- Yea, I was so worried about you.

N- And I about you.

Lou- And we were afraid you'd do something crazy to come to the hospital and visit Emma.

Li- Louis!

N- Ahah it's okay. I thought about it, actually. But then I remembered even if I was injured they would probably treat me at the hospital nursery, not here so it wasn't worth the trouble.

E- I'm glad you didn't. I don't want to see you hurt.

N- And I don't want to see YOU hurt. Tell me the truth, how are you feeling?

At the time I didn't tell them because not even I was sure of what I was feeling. There was a weird feeling inside of me. Something deep in me wanting, no was stronger than that, something was craving to draw, to play instruments and to write, to do the math. I couldn't tell exactly what it was but it was a strong desire, almost making me crazy. Since the second time I had woken up from the coma, I was always asking the nurses for more and more paper sheets. From drawings and music sheets to math formulas, I couldn't stop doodling. They didn't pay much attention to it, they just figured I was bored, which I was. At the time I wasn't beware of what it could mean, I just assumed I was bored as they did. But turns out, it wasn't like that at all.

E- I'm fine, don't worry about me.

Dr. FM- Yes, she is. We're just doing some last tests but if everything continues stable she can be discharged in a few hours.