You Can't Choose Your Family ➸ Demi Lovato

{Chapter 42}

The next morning I literally jumped for joy (and did a little celebratory dance) when Nurse Weston announced that my blood pressure was back to normal.

Yesterday had been emotionally draining and I couldn't wait to snuggle up on the couch in front of Netflix and forget about everything and just chill out for a while. Mom's visit had lifted a huge weight off my shoulders (which I wasn't even aware was there) which you would think would leave me feeling elated? Well no, it's just made me feel fucking exhausted.

Walking out of the elevator on the hospital ground floor, I felt like running to the sliding doors. I missed fresh air. This building was so stuffy and claustrophobic. However I was stopped when Demi pulled me (by the hand she was holding) towards the receptionist desk.

I followed obligingly, thinking she was going to sign some more discharge forms or something required before we left.

"How can I help you ma'am- woah! Demi Lovato?!" A young female receptionist had a mini freak out as she saw Demi standing in front of the desk. I internally laughed at her, I still don't get people's obsession with 'celebrities'. Though some's reactions are bloody hilarious!

Demi just nodded, looking a bit annoyed that she'd got recognised. I could tell she wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible and a potential hold up was frustrating.

She ended up signing the back of the receptionists iPhone case which the woman thanked her for over and over again. She was literally worshipping Demi even though she doesn't even know her (except through the media's portrayal) which I found totally bizarre. How can you like someone so much without ever interacting with them? It's completely beyond me.

"Anyway I have a referral," Demi was quick to get back to the point of being at the desk and handed over a slip of paper to the strange woman.

The woman glanced through it before clicking away on her computer rapidly for a short period of time and then printed off a sheet of paper. "The first session will be on Monday January 4 at 11am and the address is printed on the bottom." She pointed at various points on the sheet which exasperatingly I couldn't see as I'm not tall enough to see over my sister's shoulder. Don't laugh, being small isn't funny. It's just plain frustrating.

Demi took the sheet and thanked the receptionist politely before taking my hand again and leading me towards the most desirable location imaginable. The outside.

"What's happening on January 4?" I immediately questioned Demi. It was obviously something about me seeing as I'm the only one who could possibly need a hospital referral at the moment. I have the right to know, right?

"Wait until we're in the car." Demi shushed me as we walked up to a familiar face near the exit of they foyer. Max, Demi's body guard was waiting for us. What the heck? Why would we need a body guard for the drive back home?

"All ready?" Max smiled at the both of us. Demi nodded. Following her lead I nodded too but more hesitantly- what would I need to be ready for?

Demi took two pairs of RayBans from her Chanel handbag and placed one on her face, instructing me to do the same. By this point I had kind of figured what was going to happen. There were fucking paparazzi out there, wasn't there?

However I was left with no time to prepare myself as by the time the realisation had clicked, we were already out of the door. The air was immediately filled with the sound of shouts of Demi's name and camera shutters closing. The amount of flashes going off everywhere was astounding. It was what I would imagine walking the red carpet would be like, not exiting a lousy LA hospital.

Demi kept a firm grip on my hand as we speedily made our way through the crowd. In no time Max was opening the door of a black SUV and prompting us to climb in. As soon as the door closed behind us Demi and I both let out a simultaneous sigh of relief. We both threw our heads back onto the leather seats, laughing at our similar reactions. This was followed quickly by another bout of giggles at our synced actions. This went on and on for several prolonged minutes until Demi stopped laughing, instead pulling me into a side hug.