College cigarettes (Miniminter FF)

Part 8: going home

I end up staying in the hospital for 4 days. One-half of the time was spent checking on my concussion and the other half was spent prescribing me medication and random hospital phycologists asking me questions about how I am in which I respond with 'I'm fine.' which was honestly true. I felt better and I realized that I have so many friends that love me and are reasonably healthy. I wait for the car and I'm thinking about everything. I just want it all to return to normal. I also have to use crutches for a bit due to when Simon held my leg and one of my knees popped and pulled out of place.

Simon pulls up in his car and proceeds to help me in. I have my clothes I was wearing in a plastic bag but I'm still wearing the hospital gown and no shoes. Simon and everyone else had visited me every day in the hospital. Simon and Chloe would always stay the longest. Chloe staying longer probably due to guilt and Simon staying longer for unclarified reasons but I'm glad he did.

"so how did leaving go?" he asks as he closes the door to his side.

"I got a present for leaving." I say and hold up a bag of prescription medications.

"can I see that?" he asks still looking at the road.

"um ok. why?" I ask handing over the medication.

"because I'm now the keeper of it." he says putting the meds next to him and away from me.

"what? you're not allowed to have my medication." I say looking at him.

"well I'm gonna keep it and just give it to you when you need it." he says still looking at the road.

"Simon i'm not a child anymore I can handle my own medication." I say kind of pissed.

"well if you try a little trick again and I'm not there to take you to the hospital I don't know what will happen Rachel." he says sternly.

"oh my god Simon! you don't even trust me enough to handle a pill a day without trying to kill myself." I say raising my voice and slump into my chair staring at the road ahead.

"Rachel I'm not losing you again ok!" he shouts and looks at me right in the eye. I stay silent and don't say anything and realise it's not because he doesn't trust me and that it's because he cares about me too much. I look at him and see his glasses fog up from crying and really have no idea what to say.

"fuck sake I can't even see the fucking road!" Simon says hitting the steering wheel causing the car to do a little swerve but go back on track. I've never seen him break down like this before. I start crying but try to hold it back in fear that if i start crying, i won't be able to stop. I grab his glasses off his face and wipe them then put them back on his face. I wipe the tears going down his face with the sleeve of the jumper im wearing over the hospital gown. i do a long sigh trying to think of a response to make him feel better.

"Simon, you're not gonna lose me again. you never lost me." I say softly looking at him even though he cant see me because he's looking at the road.

"I know but, I almost did and I didn't- i couldn't." he says stuttering then starts crying again. fuck this is new for him. I suck at this honestly.

"Simon you won't lose me. OK?" I say but I can tell he doesn't quite believe me. I end up doing an even longer sigh contemplating my offer before finally saying it.

"will it make you feel better if you can keep my medication?" I ask giving in. he nods and smiles and I smile and hug him.

we drive home  with the rest of the ride being uneventful and get out the car. Simon takes my bag and my medication with him to the door. he puts the key in the door then stops and turns to me.