Saving Me ~Nash Grier and Carter Reynolds Fanfic~

Chapter 2

So I wake up in my bed, in my house. It honestly feels great to be home. It has been so long. I missed my poster covered walls and my messy closet full of clothes and 73 pairs of shoes. I missed my purple bed sheets and white dresser which held pictures of me and my bestfriend, Morgan. I forgot to tell her about the meet and greet. I don't want to sound like I am bragging about it though. That's not who I am. I miss her. I haven't seen her in about a week when she visited me in that dreadful hospital room. I decide to text her and see what she is up to. As I grab my iPhone 4s I look at the time which is 9:30am and I gawk at my screensaver of Nash and his adorable little sister Skylnn. To be honest I wish I could meet her too. Oh well. I shoot Morgan a text.

To Morgan aka My Other Half:

Heyyy I have some amazing news!

I decide to go down stairs to eat breakfast. I am praising the Lord as I think about not having to eat the nasty hospital food. Mom has eggs and bacon ready when I came down. She knows me so well. I feel my phone buzz in my pants as I receive a message. I grab a plate of food and sit down at the island and take my phone out before shoving my mouth with egg.

From Morgan aka My Other Half:

ooooh spill!

To Morgan aka My Other Half:

Well... mom got me out of the hospital temporarily. And tomorrow I am going to MagCon! I am so excited but I don't know how I am gonna do. What if my bones get the best of me and I fall to the floor right in front of them. In front of Nash. Ugh. Anyway... I was wondering if you could come with me? I need you there. You are my best friend.

I know that sounded cheesy as I push the send button on the screen. I mean it though. She has been there for me through everything. From my father's death to me being sick. She is always there. I sit and wait on her reply as I eat my eggs and bacon. My mom comes down the grand staircase in floral printed pants and a pink tank top that goes together. She looks phenomenal and all we are doing today is going shopping.

"Hey baby girl. How did you sleep? How are you feeling?" At times her caring question get on my nerves but I know that she means the best.

"I slept great, It feels great to finally sleep back in my own bed. My leg is in a little pain but I think I am okay. I walked fine this morning when I got up. But to be safe can we bring my wheelchair as we shop today. I don't want to faint in front of people today."

"Of course honey. What ever you need you let me know. Okay? I love you." she is so sweet. I couldn't ask for a better mother. My phone starts to sing Midnight Memories by One Direction indicating that Morgan was calling me.

"Ayoooooo!" I speak into the phone.

"Are you being completely serious when you are asking me to come with you? Are you crazy? Of course I will. I want to meet Cameron Dallas as much as you want to meet Nash. They are my obsession too. Plus, I want to spend as much time as I can with you." her expression through the phone turns from happy/excited to sad.

"Aye now don't get all sappy on me here. I am not planning on going anytime soon. Plus I must be doing pretty well since they let me out of the hospital..." I am interrupted by sniffles on the other end of the phone.

"Morgan, please don't cry. I am going to be okay. I feel great and I am happy to be alive. I am happy. be happy with me. I love youuuu hoe." I say this quietly so mom doesn't hear our nicknames for each other. I hear Morgan send a giggle through the phone. I smile.

"I just don't want to los my best friend you know? But hey if you are happy and alive I am happy too."

We have a laugh and I tell her I will see her tomorrow around 9am o pick her up.

"Okay. I will see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself. Love you. " She says into the phone.

"Love you too. I will text you." I put my phone back in the side of my pants as I put my plate into the sink.

"Mom I am gonna go shower and get ready will you help me?" I know that sounds weird to have your mom help you shower but if you were in my case you would understand. I can barely walk let alone stay standing on a slippery surface with weak muscles and bones in my legs.

"of course." she puts her empty coffee cup into the sink and helps me walk up the stair guiding me with her hands intertwined with mine. After my father and the cancer, me and my mom have become extremely close. I treasure every moment with her. And I know she does due to her reminding me just about every hour of every day.

I walk into the bathroom alone to undress and start the shower. I sit on the toilet seat waiting for the water to warm. I step inside when the temperature is to my liking.

"Mom, I am in!" I yell for her to enter. She sits on the toilet seat and waits for me to tell her I am done.

After I wash my hair and body soaking up the warm water against my aching skin, I turn the water off. I peak out from the shower curtain to find my mom with her eyes closed and holding open a towel for me to enter into. I take in the warm embrace and cover myself with the towel. I stand there in my moms arms for what seems like an hour but in reality is only like a minute. Mom pulls me out her arms and looks at me and nods. I take that as my cue to get dressed if I can on my own. I go to my room and pick out a pair of dark skinny jeans and my rolling stones tank top. I slip on the dry and warm clothes before retreating to the bathroom and starting on my hair. When I walk into the bathroom, my legs get weak and I feel me about to fall so I rush to the toilet seat to sit down.

One step at a time Vi, one step at a time. the voice in my head keep repeating this over and over to me. Sometimes I picture it to be my dad, watching over me.

"Mom!" I yell. "Mom I need help." she coms running in without hesitation. She brings me the pills I have been consuming for what seems like all of my life that I just so happened to not  take with my breakfast. I take the pills and water from her hand and down them. I am so used to taking pills it is like my second nature. Is that a bad thing? maybe.

"You okay now?" my mother asks after a minute or two.

"Yeah. I'm good. Will you help me curl my hair? I am afraid to stand up." I admit. She takes the curler and starts. After 15 minutes my hair is done and I am able to step up. I put on light make up including mascara and light foundation.

Mom grabs my wheelchair from behind the coat rack next to the door. We walk out and I get inside.

We head to the mall. First store we enter is Deb. I find a really cute floral summer dress that I have to have. Mom pays for it and we head to Journeys. Even wearing a dress I will wear Vans. I have about 8 pairs but I can never have enough of them. I decide on the pale yet dark pink Vans that are new to the store and match my dress. I feel as though I had enough shopping for the day when mom and I stop at Chickfila for an Oreo Milkshake. We sit down so I can rest my legs for awhile.

I sit there and think about what is going to happen tomorrow. I cant wait but for some reason, I am kind of nervous.