Look After You {Sequel To Lost In Stereo}

Epilogue

"Can't we go back to page one and do it all over again?" -Pooh Bear

T E L L I E (OMG YESH I STARTED IN HER POV IM GONNA END IN HER POV)

Drawing, I'm pretty sure, is one of those thing's I've always wanted to be good at. But after attempting it last night, I know I can't do it. My stick figure looked like a retarted dog. As I tightened the strap of my bra I looked around the hospital room. I'd been in here for two months... And I thought it was long when I had to stay in hospital for a week in Australia...

"You ready?"

I whipped my head around, biting my lip as dad came into the hospital room.

"Yeah," I replied as I finished tightening the bra strap, pulling the sleeve of my shirt back up from my shoulder so the newly tightened strap couldn't been seen. It's amazing how after being in a coma the only thing different about me was the fact my bra's were all to small for me. And there's a weird feeling that fills you when your B cup bra are to small...a very weird feeling...

"I don't have to school do I...?" I asked as I bit my lip.

"No," Dad answered. "Not for a couple of weeks. You're going to have to come back here a couple of times though, they want to make sure you have no permanent brain damage."

"I was born with brain damage." I shot back as I grabbed my phone. I looked at the lock screen, intrigued by the boy who was supposedly my boyfriend. I wasn't complying! It's like being in The Vow, I wake up with no memory and I'm told what may be the hottest boy in the planet is dating me. I definitely was not complaining... But I wanted to see him. Have him stand in front of me so I could know it wasn't a practical joke. It just seemed so weird to have a guy that hot interested in me...a girl with scars lined on her wrists the way maths problems are lined up neatly and straight. I told dad I didn't remember why they were there. But I did. I knew everything. I remembered holding blades to my wrists, I remembered when he found out, I remembered every stupid therapy session, I remembered stopping-and I remembered restarting.

"How's Eleanor?" I asked as I followed dad out of the room. I truly wanted to know, the more I thought about El the more I remembered. And I felt terrible for not remembering earlier. So I knew the first thing I was going to do when I saw her was probably hug her.

"She's alright..." Dad shrugged. "She's just... It's complicated."

"I'm sorry..." I muttered.

"I don't know why. You had nothing to do with what happened. And it's not like she isn't pregnant. Because, she is incase you didn't get the message the other night. She's just... She probably would've preferred to not loose even one of them without even knowing it was twins-it's complicated Teej. "

"But if I wasn't stuck in hospital you would've been with her...and your marriage wouldn't be falling apart."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." I kept my mouth shut after that, smiling at the thought of leaving the hospital. Having the sun burn into my skin again. Being able to breath fresh air. Having no walls locking me in. The feeling of not being in a bloody hospital.

"Are you sure I'm allowed to leave?" I asked.

"Positive," Dad replied. "I already signed all the stuff."

Relief washed all over me. I was going away from here, and that was something to be happy about. Very happy about.

"Dad..." I started vaguely as I followed him into the elevator. "Do you think I could call Uncle Kill...?"

I waited for him to tense, but he didn't, he acted normal, but I knew what'd done. I knew he'd told Killian not to have anything to do with me and to tell Marnie the same thing. It's funny how I remember stuff I hadn't before, bit can hardly recall what my middle name is.