trittany

twelve

days passed. it was time to get out of the hell hole they call a hospital. my brain was fully and properly functioning again. my head cast was off, my headaches got a tiny bit better. i could pretty much walk by myself. all i wanted was a hot shower to be honest. i hadn't showered since forever. today was the day i was finally going home to be on my own again. i hadn't seen trevor since the day i went to go see him with jordan. my nurse often updated me on him. she told me he was getting better. he remembered his mom which made me so excited. i woke up everyday wondering if that one time i saw him was a dream. i'm alive and so is he.

"i'm going to miss giving you your pills every morning and talking to you about your love every day. you're a miracle, my darling." my nurse said.

she walked in and started disconnecting everything beside me like my oxygen i wasn't even hooked up to, and my heart monitor along with the physiotherapy accessories.

"thank you for everything." i said taking taking a bite of a granola bar i'd found on the table beside my bed.

"my pleasure. have the time of your life, kid." she winked as she walked out with everything.

shortly after, my mom arrived.

"i'm your taxi britt. time to go." she said placing a kiss on my forehead as her keys jingled in her hand.

she handed me clean clothes that reminded me of home. track pants and a baggy sweater. i stripped down not even caring and changed into my clothes that had a mixture of trev's cologne and my perfume. it made me melt.

"can you walk on your own?" she asked.

"i'm good. all i want is to snuggle up with my phone." i said finding my balance and taking steps toward the door.

i hadn't been on my phone since the whole accident. god, did i miss waking up every morning and swiping through my notifications.

"no phones if you have headaches though, 'member?" she asked, grabbing my arm so i could walk more stable.

"yeah, i understand." i rolled my eyes.

**

i cuddled up in my warm bed with my clean body and wet hair in a towel. finally, living on my own again. i forced my mom to leave my house because i didn't need any help, even though that's what she thought. i checked my instagram and all of my friends had posted pictured of us, wishing us 'get well soons' and all sorts of sweet comments and prayers. i wanted to throw a big party and just hug everyone but then i also wanted to squeeze trevor as hard as i could to remind myself that he's real and he's alive and he's there. but he didn't remember me and that hurt more than i thought.