The First [COMPLETED✔️]

The First Time Back Home

The doctors examined me last night and kept me here for observation. They gave it a clear that I could go home but I have to wear this cast on my ankle for six weeks and not do any heavy lifting since the ribs will take the longest to heal. Chase stood with me the entire night last night and I'm glad we both knew how stupid we both were over something now I would like to call, the past.

Chase helped me stood up and I'm moving slower than molasses. The pain still carries on throughout my body. The nurse brought in a wheelchair for me to sit in while they helped us exit out of the hospital. Chase carried all my stuff while I had my crutches don across my lap. We all got outside and Todd came back to the hospital to help Chase and bring his car up front. Chase hugged his father and his father hugged me.

"It's good to see you, Ashley." His father said.

"Yeah, you too, Mr. Anderson."

"Please, your family now. Call me Todd."

"Okay. Todd" I chuckled nervously. Todd smiled and walked away to his car so he can go back home to his family. Chase opened my door for me, took the crutches and lay them down on the floor while Chase helps me get in my seat. My back is really uncomfortable so I asked him to lower my seat and although, it slightly helped, it wasn't good enough. Chase grabbed the small pillow the hospital provided us with and put it behind me. He asked me if that felt better and when I moved my head up and down in approval, he shut the door and went to his seat, started the car and drove back home.

Once Chase and I got bak home, he helped me get comfortable, laying down on the bed so he can grab the rest of the stuff out of the car. He shuts the door behind him and started unpacking everything. "Welcome home", he states.

While he finishes unpacking the smallest things, I had to remind him about something before I forget. "Don't forget my medicine needs to be picked up."

"I know, honey. I'll get them when they call me to tell me it's ready, okay?"

"Okay."

Chase's phone rings and he mouths "my mom" to me.

"Hello." He answers the phone and walks away in the living room, away from the bedroom. I decided that his conversation with his mom could take a while so I have nothing better else to do but take a nap. He comes back in the room, and I'm still thinking he's on the phone with his mother. While I can still hear majority of things while my eyes are shut and I'm trying to be in sleep mode, I heard him whisper, "Yeah.I think it's happening."

The room was silence now and I'm passed out.

A few hours later...

I woke up from my name and it's five o'clock in the late afternoon. Chase sat up on the bed, playing on his phone. I opened my eyes just a little more and I moved a bit to cover myself before Chase could see me being awake now.

"Hey, baby. Did you have a nice nap?"

"Mmhmm."

"Are you hungry?"

"Mmhmm."

"Okay. Come on. My parents invited us to dinner at their house."

"Wait."

"Yeah, baby."

"Let me take my medicine before I get ready."

He hands me over the bottle and even opened it for me, shaking it until the right amount of pills were diverted in my hand. I plopped them in my mouth and drank a can of soda that I had sitting next to me on my nightstand. I swallowed those nasty things and Chase helps me get up so we can both get ready.

"If you're up for it," he starts speaking. "Try to wear something nice. If not, just be comfortable."

"How can I look nice when I have to have these stupid walking sticks under my armpits to help me look like a broken puppet."

Chase giggles at my joke. "You're funny, Ashley. But really, try to do the best you can, You'll look beautiful anyway. I wore a nice, cut off sleeve sweater and I managed to put on jeans. That's going to be a problem taking them off later but Chase can help me with that later. I even managed to walk over to my vanity to do my makeup and curl the ends of my hair. Too bad with this nice outfit, I can't wear my good shoes, so my winter boots will have to do. I saw Chase behind me through the mirror and he looks handsome in his outfit. A blue plaid shirt that makes his eyes lighter, blue jeans, and nice, black Italian shoes to go with that.

"You look beautiful", he stares at me back through the mirror as I'm finishing the last small strand of hair.

I blushed. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself. I thought this was a dinner at your family's place. Why are we dressing up for?"

"You'll find out."