It's been three weeks.
Three weeks that I've spent in the hospital, Marilyn barely leaving my side. She insisted on having my room be under extra supervision, just in case of any unwanted visitors while she's not by my side. She really wasn't lying when she said that she would never leave me. Literally. For the first two weeks, she didn't go to work - it was too much. She wanted to spend every single moment with me. And even though I thought it was lovely, having her here with me, keeping me company during these dull, lonely days, I managed to convince her to go back to work; she had already missed on so much work, I was getting really worried. If she didn't try and catch a routine of some kind, she wouldn't know what to do. I knew that she liked to have a routine.
Gladly, Larissa has been very understanding. She's paid a few visits a week, too. It was really nice seeing her again, though the last time we'd seen each other resulted in complete disaster. That's why the three of us sat down one evening, to talk about what had happened - to clear the air. Larissa told us that she saw how much me and Marilyn loved each other, and she respected it enough to not step in between us. I was very relieved - and also thankful. Thankful of how things turned out in the end between us three. Thankful that Marilyn forgave me, Larissa had explained the situation that went down in her office all those weeks ago. It was all in the past now.
Larissa didn't scold Marilyn even once for not attending her work. She understood. She knew how much Marilyn was in pain without me - she didn't want to take that away from her, so she decided to give Marilyn some space and time. But eventually, Marilyn did, in fact, go back to work. She really didn't want to leave my side, but I told her it would make me happy. Seeing her work again, enthusiastically teaching her students, lighting up every room with her presence - the students needed her. And quite frankly, I think she needed them too. Sometimes it was astonishing, how much she knew about her students. She was a teacher in whom students could count on. And it seemed like they did - Marilyn was a good chatter and always wanted to help her students. She really cared about them, making me smile at the mere thought.
"Hello, sweet girl," Marilyn greets me as she walks in, walking over to me and giving me a peck on the lips.
"How are you today?" She asks me.
"Hello, my love. I'm doing great, thanks. The doctor should be here any minute to tell me about everything that's coming up."
She nods with a smile, taking my hand in hers and rubbing it gently with her thumb. I can't help but smile at her cute gesture.
"How was work?" I ask her.
"It was good, just a bit boring... Nothing special. Your friends asked about you. Enid, Yoko and Wednesday. I told them that you were still resting and you're getting better day by day. They seemed to understand and sent lots of love."
"Thank you, Mari, really." I grin very widely at her, taking in her beauty. We sit there in comfortable silence until there's a knock on the door.
"Good afternoon, Ms L/N, Ms Thornhill." The doctor greets us.
"Good afternoon, Doctor."
"So, I have good news. We've ran a few tests and by the looks of it, you're free to go. You're all healed and healthy, so you can continue your recovery back home."
I smile brightly and hug Marilyn. "That's really great news, I'll help you pack and then we're ready to go, okay?" Marilyn says. I nod at her and soon, we're out of the hospital, back at Nevermore. Marilyn takes me to her dorm, lays me down on the bed and lies down next to me.
"Finally home." I whisper as I cuddle next to her.
"I'm so glad." She whispers back and kisses me.
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Behind Closed Doors | M.T.
FanfictionY/N starts her school at Nevermore, meets new people and develops complicated relationships. -reader is 18 years old. everyone is a bit older, Enid, Wednesday, Xavier, Bianca etc. are 18