Love and Weakness (Third Part of "Love In The Spotlight") MJ Fantasy

Chapter 29: Discharged

2 weeks later
Zoe's POV

A weight was lifted from my shoulders as the Nurse slid the IV out of arm. I smiled as I flexed my wrist, loving the feeling of not being connected to a bunch of tubes.

"Look at her..." Michael giggled, pointing at me to his mother. "Looking like she's ready to slap somebody just because she can use her wrist freely for once..."

Katherine chuckled. "Leave that girl alone. She's been tied up to that IV pole for much too long."

"Yeah, Michael, so how about you shut up and help me out over here." I joked.

He held his hands up in surrender and walked over to me, helping me stand up. I'm actually walking fine on my own now, since I haven't had chemo in a while, but I still get a little woozy sometimes.

As of now, I am officially being discharged from the hospital. In two weeks, I'll come back for chemo and to check the status of my health. I'll continue to have appointments and rounds of treatment but I will no longer be confined to a hospital bed. I'm also free to travel as long as I have a doctor with me, which is great because, unknown to Michael, we have a lot of traveling to do.

Dr. Remington and the other oncologists along with the nurses said their goodbyes and offered me their prayers. Even Nurse T from the Santa Barbara Hospital stopped by to wish me well. Security gathered all of my things and finally, we headed out.

I walked down the long hallway with Michael touching the small of my back just in case I needed support, and Katherine holding my hand tightly. I felt like a supermodel, strutting toward the door with extra pep in my step. Knowing that I'm going home to Neverland and to my babies has me on cloud 9.

Michael laughed and teased me for being so eager, and Katherine of course scolded him and told him to leave me alone. Once out of the building inside the amazingly comfortable car, and yes I almost forgot what being in a car feels like, I took a deep breath and smiled.

Michael kissed my cheek as he slid in the car next to me. "We're going home, baby..."

I grinned and cupped his face, bringing him closer to me and letting our lips connect. He smirked and held my waist, both of us giggling like teenagers while refusing to let our lips depart for a single second.

"Alright now, you'll have plenty of time for that when you're alone..." Katherine said with a knowing smile.

We pulled away from each other embarrassed. "Sorry, Mother." Michael apologized.

Blushing, I turned my head toward the window, watching the scenery pass. Even though I used to consider the 2 hour drive from LA to Neverland excruciating, I'm actually ready to cherish every moment of it. I'm ready to cherish every single moment that I'm breathing, because I know in an instant I could be gone.

My easygoing attitude may seem strange, but please note that I spent almost two weeks pent up in my hospital room crying my eyes out. I wouldn't let anyone visit me, not even Michael sometimes, because I wanted to sit alone in my own misery. I felt bad for myself, I was mad at God, and just about every other negative emotion you can think of. I was completely depressed. But who wouldn't be after learning that you only have 6 more months to kiss your husband, love your children, and enjoy your life? I thought about these things every day, from sun up to sun down, and I felt as if I was surrounded by a persistent dark cloud.

One day however, I woke up and the cloud was gone. The sun was shining through. At that point, I couldn't think of anything but wanting to see my babies, and that includes Michael. The cloud hasn't returned since, and I'm hoping it stays that way. I don't want to spend my last days feeling sorry for myself. I want to make every moment count, and to do that I have to put on a smile.