Concussion •Miniminter•

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I can finally leave this place. After five days of Doctors monitoring my status 24/7 and giving me random drugs for who knows what anymore, I'm allowed to leave.

Jay brought me shorts and shoes from the hotel that we were supposedly staying at and Simon brought me a yellow-orange tie-dye shirt that has the famous "SDMN" letters written on it. Most people who came and visited wore at least one piece of clothing that had that written somewhere on it.

I've mostly gotten over the fact that I wouldn't be getting my memory back. Maybe this was supposed to happen for a reason, that there are things I shouldn't have to remember and a concussion was the only thing to stop my pain, only to get that pain back in a different form.

I also haven't looked in a mirror since I'd been here. Even though it was in front of the toilet in the bathroom, I chose not to look at it. I don't know why, but now that I look in the mirror with my new clothes on instead of the ugly hospital robes, the only thing I'm surprised by is a huge bruise under my right eye. I really shouldn't be shocked, as I've been finding random bruises everywhere from what I assume was football, but this one seemed to stand out. Other than that, my bandaged head and messy brown hair was normal. This was also one of the few times I had walked about, because every time I would stand or even sit up, my head would start pounding. 

As I walked out of the bathroom, I looked to Jay, Simon and Harry who were ready to leave.

I was really lucky to have them here; Simon came and visited a lot, letting me bombard him with questions. I really wanted to ask him what we were, if we had anything between us before, because every time I look him in the eyes I feel something. I just haven't had the courage or time to ask him.

     Harry came every so often, apologizing every time he saw me, which I responded with "I've told you a million times it's okay!"

     And Jay, he barely left my side; sleeping in the room with me, keeping me company, bringing me food, he's a really great brother. He's only left twice to go change and grab some needed items and get the clothes for me.

     "Well, looks like you're ready to leave," the doctor assumed as he walked in my room, holding the familiar clipboard in his hand.

     "I guess I am," I simply answered, grabbing my un-touched phone and bag of necessities.

     "I've heard you mention that you're staying at a hotel at the moment, is that still true?" The doctor asked.

      "Yes, but they've stayed a few extra nights than the hotel wanted, so they're gonna have to pack up when we leave here," Simon informed Jay and I, nodding at Jay. I felt really sad that we would have to leave, because I'm pretty sure Jay has mentioned that we live pretty far away from central London, far away from the two amazing guys standing to my right. I gloomily looked down at my feet.

     "Mmhm. Well, she's gonna need to come in for regular check-ups for a while, so she's either gonna need another hotel to stay in, or she'll be staying here," The doctor looked to us with pity. The four of us looked at each other like we would have the answer on our faces, but we didn't. Jay sighed.

     "Well, I guess we're gonna have to-"

     "You guys can stay at my house," Simon blurted, causing us to look at him with shock.

     "Nonononono, we can't take that offer-"

     "Yes, we have two extra bedrooms, please," Simon insisted to Jay. Although Jay was trying to be nice, I could see a shady smirk perking from the corner of his lip like there was something special about his house.