First aid kit. |ASHTRAY|

Going home.

After my piss, I walk back into the hospital room.

And when I say 'walking' I mean going 2 miles per hour.

I walk SLOW okay.

But what do you expect with 2 stitched up bullet holes in your body.

Healing took less longer that I thought.

Even though I'm still healing and I'm definitely not fit yet, I thought it would take a good two months to recover, but in 2 days, I can already go home.

The nurse said it was because the bullets didn't hit any important organs, so if the bleeding stopped and the bullets were removed, I should be back to normal pretty soon.

"You ready to go home girl?" Ash asks.

'Girl'? That's new. I like it though.

Ash and I didn't have time to give each other nicknames.

"I can't wait ash." I say.

Truly.

I can't wait.

Unlike rue, I don't like hospitals. They make me feel uncomfortable and sick.

Guess it was a good thing I was asleep for two days, and also that my mom was immediately dead because of the car crash.

I wouldn't be able to hang over her body for three weeks as she slowly died in the hospital.

It's a nice think knowing she hasn't suffered.

Anyway.

Me and ash walk to the car slowly.

I adore his patience.

He helps me into the car, which goes a bit hard.

He ends up lifting me up and putting me in my chair.

It's a bit awkward and we both laugh a lot.

He gets in on the driver side.

As we drive off, he does that sexy dad car steering wheel thing, yk?

Like where he puts only his palm on the steering wheel and spins it in circles? Oh my.

We drive off.

"I would stroke your thigh as we drive home, but the thigh on my side is the one that got shot." Ash says.

"I might like it if you finger my bullethole" I say.

We both laugh hard.

Never thought getting shot twice would lead to such funny moments.

After about half an hour, we pull up at out doorstep like a cool capybara.

"We're home." He says.

Oh yeah. Home.

The home I got shot in,killed five men in, and the home with my boyfriends bed I hid under, scared for my life, and the living room where I called ash, and fainted on the phone, the window they came in from, and the towel I dropped in the hallway that nearly killed me.

Jesus. Maybe I wasn't ready.

"Hey, you good?" Ash asks.

"Uhh.. no. Not really." I say.

"Oh shit, is it too much at once?"

"Yeah."

"You wanna walk in with me, or not? If not, I can book a hotel. Anything." He says.

"No, I have to get in the house." I say.

I mean, I have to face my fears, right? That's what mom used to say.

"Okay" ash says.

He gets out and opens my door.

He helps me out of the car and walks me to the doorstep, while holding my hand and waist.

"I'm terrified you'll fall." He says.

"I won't, you're here." I say.

He grabs my face with both hands and looks me in my eyes.

"You know I'll let nothing happen to you, right?" Ash says.

I knew.

"I know."I say, and kiss him.

We walk inside, and there's fez. He looks at me with a disturbed and broken look on his face.

Poor fez.

Mind you, I hadn't seen him since he left the day it happened. He also had to clean up all the shit.

"Hi fez."

"Hey Quinn. How you feelin?" He says.

"Better than I expected." I say.