My biggest mistake

Chapter twenty-five

Maeve

"I suggest you spend a few days home to be sure you are recovered. No sports for three months. You can still go on walks, but don't force yourself," the doctor states before turning his head to my mother "If she has any persistent headache, lay her down with a cold compress, if in two hours she doesn't get better you bring her to the hospital. No need to panic, she seems to be recovered well." he continues giving us a reassuring smile.

Even though I woke up from my coma last week, my doctor wanted to keep me under observation, and now it's finally the day to go home. If I had to sit here for another week, I would've gone mental. I miss Ice, my room, my friends. I miss everything. My brother, Atlas, and Isa visited me every day, but it's not the same thing to hang out in a hospital room as in my room.

I stand up and put on my sweater while Jack grabs my bag. He, my mother, and Grey came together to get me home. Grey told me that my mother didn't stop crying for two days after she made it back from Boston and saw my condition.

With small steps, we finally get to the car. We don't interact too much. Mom and Jack exchange words about work while Grey and I sit in silence in the back.

I look out the window remembering the day of the accident. Everything was so peaceful, Grey and me talking on a night drive with the sunrise in front of us. All the things I loved in one place. I feel someone grabbing my hand, and when I turn my head, I find Grey with tears in his eyes, looking at me.

"Why are you crying, you idiot?" I asked, holding his hand and squeezing it a little.

"You scared me, M. I thought I was going to lose you," he whispers on the edge of crying.

I wrap my hands around him, and he places his head on my chest, holding me like I'm about to disappear any second.

"You're not going to lose me, Grey. I promise."

We sit like this for the rest of the ride. Grey is not into hugs or showing his love every day, he usually comes and checks on me but never does something like this.

We walk inside the house, and the familiar smell strikes my nose, making me smile. I don't know how to explain it. It's just that smell and feeling when you enter your house after a long time.

"Ice?" I yell while taking off my shoes.

I hear footsteps from the living room, and all I know is that a white golden retriever jumps on me and licks my face. He got so damn big since the last time I saw him.

"Hi, love! You missed me?" I say in a baby voice while petting him. Grey sent me pictures of him while I was in the hospital, but I swear he's bigger in real life.

When I finally escape the little monster, I stand up, grab my bag and start walking toward my room. Grey and Jack protest behind me because I shouldn't carry it up the stairs since it's a little heavy.

"It's fine guys, and besides that, I need to get my force back," I say, turning my head a little.

Grey mumbles something I can't hear, making me giggle while climbing the stairs. I swear Nana is faster than me. Five minutes later, I finally made it to my room.

Leaving the bag at the door, I head straight to the bathroom to take a long hot bath. I feel like I'm made of hand sanitizer.

Grabbing a pair of baggy pajama pants and one of Grey's old shirts, I enter the bathroom.

I get out of the bathtub after a long refreshing bath. Wrapping my head in a towel and putting on my clothes, I walk out of the bathroom only to almost have a heart attack.