Better Safe Than Sorry

Chapter Four: A Surprise Visit

It seemed like days before physical therapy started. It was really only a few hours, but I wanted to see Liam so badly my heart literally was aching, and I had a weird feeling in my stomach. He just seemed so perfect.

Dylan was there, so he helped pass time, but not by much.

When the nurse came into my room to help me into my wheelchair, I got even more nervous, the palms of my hands even starting to sweat the slightest bit.

"Hi, Jessica," she said, "Ready to go?"

I nodded and smiled as Dylan stood to push the wheelchair. He wheeled me down the hallway to an elevator.

I sighed when the elevator wouldn't open for several minutes. I started impatiently tapping my hand on the armrest. Well, usually I would tap my foot, but you know... That wasn't currently an option.

The door finally opened, and I was pushed in. The nurse pushed the lowest button.

As we moved down, I watched the numbers on the tiny screen near the ceiling indicating what floor we were passing go by. I guess my room was on floor number five.

The elevator reached bottom level and I was wheeled over to the front desk. I listened to Dylan, the nurse whom helped us get to the elevator, and the woman behind the desk talk as if I weren't even there.

Dylan was the first to speak as we got to the desk. "Excuse me, miss? We would just like to check out Jessica Story."

The lady behind the counter sighed and put down the magazine she was reading- or that's what it sounded like because I couldn't see over the desk.

"Okay, just give me a moment please." She typed a few things into her computer and talked to the nurse for a moment before speaking again. "Alright, you're good to go. Have a nice day." She didn't sound like she meant for us to enjoy the rest of our day. She obviously didn't like her job.

Dylan nodded and pushed me out the automatic doors, heading to his car.

He struggled to get my into the car; I took at least two minutes from the time we rolled up to the car to the times was in the passenger seat of his Volvo.

Once I was settled and had my seatbelt on, he opened the trunk of the car and folded up the portable wheelchair, placing it in the back. He then got in the drivers side, turned on the car, and put on his seatbelt.

I rested my head against the window and asked with my eyes closed, "So, what's the plan here?"

He instantly responded. "Well, the doctors think it's time for you to leave the hospital, so you've been checked out, as you know. Mom will be back just to pick up anything that was left in your room. But before we go home, we get to stop at physical therapy."

I kept my eyes closed, digesting this information. After a moment, Dylan added, "Oh, and that one Liam guy said he'd be there. So I gave him the info for the physical therapy place. The doctors were fine with that."

Because I remembered how Liam would be there, my eyes shot open, but I stayed in the same position with my head against the window.

After a little over fifteen minutes of driving, we arrived at the physical therapy place. I waited for Dylan to help me out of the car, once again taking almost two minutes.

I looked around the parking lot as Dylan ran around to the other side of the car to grab a water bottle that was in his car door, and I saw a black van parked a few spots away. There weren't really any other cars in the parking lot, so I knew it had to be one of One Direction's vans.

Dylan came back around to the passenger side of the car and pushed me to the building. I was still a little weak, so I want ready to push myself around.