You Saved Me (Emison Fanfic)

Ch. 15 - "It's for the Best"

AN: So I'm changing what I told you all before about the updates coming every Saturday, from now on please just expect an update at some time on the WEEKENDs (with the exception of this past weekend). Reason being, my mom I do a lot of catering for parties and most of those parties fall on Saturday and I've been busier with work, so yeah, anyways, here is the update you missed this past weekend. Anyways, I'm real sorry to leave you without something, so here's chapter 15, I hope you like it. -Lina

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Emily's POV

I was absentmindedly playing with the bracelet around my wrist when Dr. Pearson came in.

"Hello Emily."

"H-hey." I lifted my hand an attempt at a wave and dropped it back to play with the piece of jewelry around my wrist.

"How are you feeling?" The man sat down in the chair beside my bed and I shrugged.

"Is it the speech?"

I nodded. After the seizure I had, I had resorted to using fewer and fewer words, I was too frustrated to say anything else, part of the reason I pretended to be asleep when Ali came in.

And Ali, she was a whole other puzzle piece that I had been thinking about lately.

"Well you know," the Dr. stopped me from getting lost in my thoughts again, "there are speech therapists that can help with the difficulties that you're going to have with your speech."

I just nodded and met his eyes. He seemed to care deeply and he had a furrow between his brows. The way he looked at me, I felt like a loss puppy that he picked up off the road, part of that I know being true.

"I understand you don't want to talk right now, that's fine, but there are a few things I want to talk to you about alright?"

I nodded again and he smiled, "here," he said lightly, handing me his clipboard, "let's save your neck from anymore strain than it's already been through, you can write on this in case you want to 'talk'. Deal?"

I nodded, but quickly held out my hand to stop him from doing anything else. I grabbed the clipboard and the pen and quickly wrote the word deal with a smiley face. When I showed him, he laughed and I returned a smile.

"Okay, so Alison called me..."

I stopped smiling so widely and wrote to him: and?

"And you're going home in a few days."

I should've felt excited but as the days went on and I kept playing in my head what Ali had told me that night, I wasn't so sure that's what I wanted to do.

So I scribbled again: why?

"She didn't say much but I don't think Ali or your friends plan on staying here any longer, your homes are back in Rosewood and I think she would much rather have you close and near your own home, than here with strangers."

I shook my head to acknowledge he wasn't a stranger and he smiled, "why thank you, I care for all my patients, but I was especially looking forward to seeing you fully recovered and under my supervision."

I patted my chest to tell him so did I. I don't know what home was supposed to feel like or what Ali expected from me once I was there but here I felt welcome and cared for. How different would Rosewood be?

I grabbed a hold of the pen again: when?

"Well hopefully in a few days, you're not exactly cleared to travel, so I want to keep you here at least two more days. Ali should be here tomorrow. But there are a lot of papers to fill out and I need you to sign a waiver that says it is okay for you to leave with Ali and that she remains financially responsible for your care. Also, I'm faxing your records and anything you might need care wise to the hospital in your home town, so when you get there, if you need anything, they'll know exactly what it is. But other than that, after you leave here, you'll be good to stay at home and work on being you again okay?"