I slept horribly last night thanks to the uncomfortable hospital bed, the beeping noise from the machine I'm attached to and the anxiety of Liam flying to another country just to see me. I'm woken up promptly at 8:00 am by one of the nurses who gives me breakfast, medication and helps me take a shower. Erica brought some of my clothes over last night so I'd have something new to change into when I was discharged, bless her soul. The nurse helps me into my black leggings and grey over-sized knit jumper as she places me back into the bed as I await Dr. Walker. It's about 9:30 am and Erica just texted me that she's on her way to pick me up. They ask that only one person come so I'm really grateful that she volunteered.
"Hello Marielle! Did you sleep well last night?" Dr. Walker asks happily as he walks into my room.
"Yeah, just fine." I lie. I'm in a hospital not a hotel, I'm not going to critique him on the topic of uncomfortable mattresses.
"Good well, I've been looking over your tests and I think you will be making a smooth recovery. Just remember that when you're sitting to keep your leg elevated, no excessive or strenuous activity but do keep yourself active, and make sure to cover the boot with plastic when taking a shower or bath. Any questions?" Dr. Walker is talking at a mile a minute and it's hard enough as it is to understand him with his thick Scottish accent so I just nod my head and smile, it's just the standard stuff. He laughs at this and sticks his hand out for me to shake. "Thank you very much, Marielle. Hope you get well soon and make sure to check in with your regular physician in 5 weeks."
"Thank you, Dr.Walker." I said, shaking his hand and waving goodbye as he leaves. As if on cue from the doctors exit, in comes Erica ready to pick me up.
"Hey babe! How you feeling?" she asks sympathetically.
"Good, but I know I'll be even better when I get out of here!" I laugh. She carefully helps me out of bed and into the provided wheelchair, I grab my crutches from the wall and swiftly place them on my lap as Erica pushes my wheelchair.
Erica collects my things for me as we both walked (or in my case wheeled) over to the front desk for me to get discharged. I sign all the paperwork, thank the nurses and we're on my way out the door.
"Oh by the way, Caleb is going to go pick up your prescription later and he'll bring it to you before we go to the venue! I'm gutted that you won't be there like usual." Erica says as we make our way to the front doors of the hospital. We stop when we reach the door so I can get up from the wheelchair, hook each crutch under each arm and begin my hobble out of this hospital.
"I know but I'm still coming to watch the show tonight so don't miss me too much!" I joke. The morning air is crisp and the sun is warm against my skin. It's such a lovely day but I'll be stuck in a hotel room all day...lucky me. Right as we approach the road a cab pulls up in front of us with a familiar occupant. Oh God.
Out walks Liam himself, he just pays his fare while holding a small duffle bag with him. He gets out of the car and almost immediately locks his eyes with mine. He's wearing a black zip up hoodie and dark jeans and his signature smile. I shyly smile back at him and I can see that Erica is trying to keep her cool. She's a massive fan of One Direction and she gets starstruck pretty easily (it took her almost a week to act normal around Little Mix) so this should be funny. We walk over to him and he just stands there and asks the cab to wait a minute.
"Hey there, stranger." he speaks softly with a smile on his face.
"Hey." I reply with a small giggle. He still has the ability to give me butterflies in my stomach but of course I still keep my guard up. "This is my friend, Erica." I motion to her, her eyes wide with excitement and probably fear.
