Through the Tunnel

Chapter 14: Going Home

When I woke the next morning I took a moment to think about the dream that I had. I don't often take much notice of dreams but this one I liked, I woke with a smile on my face for the first time in a while.

To top it off, I was going to go home soon.

At half 9 the nurse came in to wake me.

"Oh, you're up. That's good, I've got some clothes your mum left for you to put on today, and she said she'd be here about 10 to pick you up" she said.

"Okay" I smiled.

She handed me a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and my favourite jacket and then detached me from that liquid thing.

I went to the bathroom to change and then sat back on the bed and put my shoes on.

"Did you sleep okay?" she asked as I took my morning pills.

"I did."

"Good, now I just need to take your blood pressure and do some other basic checks and then you're good to go" she explained.

"Okay" I said as she started to take by blood pressure.

My mum walked in at that moment "Sweetie!" she said coming to join me on the bed. As the nurse removed the blood pressure thing from my arm (again, I really should start remembering what these things are called) my mum put her arms around and hugged me tight.

"Hi" I said.

"Are you ready to go?" she asked.

"Yeah" I said.

After the nurse did a few more tests and took my temperature and weighed me I was walking through the hospital corridors on my way out for good.

I was glad to get to the car and since it was quite a long journey back from London, mum let me listen to my CD.

It was nice to just sit there in the passenger seat and look out of the window, admiring the scenery.

I had my feet up on the chair and my arms around my legs as we drove for a good couple hours.

I was looking forward to sitting on my bed again after what seemed like forever. I was also excited about having a good decent home cooked meal for the first time in forever.

"What's for dinner?" I asked.

"Roast" she said "Your favourite".

It was, and now I was even hungrier.

"Are you cooking it?" I ask, knowing that she'll probably ruin something.

"No" she said, laughing "Steven's cooking for us".

"Really? He can cook?" I ask.

"Apparently" she said, keeping her eyes on the road.

It just goes to show how little I know about him, and how much I get to learn about him when I get home.

We came to a long tunnel and I couldn't help remembering the night we went through the tunnel in France. The air brushing past my face and throwing my hair back like a cape.

A smile crept unto my face and my mum seemed to have noticed.

"What?" she asked, after looking over briefly.

"Nothing, I just like tunnels" I say.

She ignored my comment, she wouldn't get what I meant. I don't know if anyone would.

I heard a voice in my head.

There's always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Well, I was determined to make my way through the tunnel and get to the light at the end of it.

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