A week later..
"Get in." Zak pointed to the wheelchair leading me to give him a sour look. "Don't give me that, you heard the doc. Rest and nothing that will make you tired."
"I also heard the doctor say that I need to be doing little activities, walking is included in that."
He sighed "Then amuse me. Come on. I want to get you home. Gracie has missed you."
I smiled at the mention of her name and slowly gave in, slipping off the bed, I settled into the chair and held out my arms waiting for my bag but Zak swung it onto his shoulder.
"Oh come on, I can handle a bag.." I sigh.
"Maybe you can. But you're going to have to get used to this kind of treatment. We have postponed lockdowns until you're better."
"What? Zak you can't. What did the channel say to that?"
"It was there idea." He replied walking himself back against the door. "I need to be at home with you, the last thing I need on my mind is a location when I'm worried to death about you. We are strictly home life."
"And museum." I added.
"Nope. I have a reliable team—"
"Stop."
He pauses the chair and I slowly get out of the wheelchair, heading back to the room. "Did you forget something?"
"Nope. You can go home, I'm staying."
"Delilah.."
"I don't need mothering. My mother couldn't do it and I don't need one now. Either agree that we can still go to the museum, or I stay?"
He looked conflicted before sighing harshly "Well I presumed you'd want to stay away from that place. That's all."
"Because of what happened?"
He nodded.
"Well I don't. I'm okay with going back there, admittedly going back straightaway is a push, like the doc said and you said, little activities. So little activities I shall do." I responded coming back to sit down in the seat.
Because truthfully, I wanted out of this place, there's no place like home, at least that's what Dorothy said.
"Well we will go to the museum, but only when we need to. Need being a strong word too."
"Yeah yeah. Now let's go home."
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Returning home was a blessing, being able to sit on a couch, lay on my bed and have Gracie at my side.
Blessing.
But what wasn't a blessing was Poppy, barraging through Zak's house.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" She shouted flinging herself at me causing me to flinch. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."
I saw her face was blotchy and eyes were glassy, the tale-tale signs of tears. "I'm okay."

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The Devil's Trail
FanfictionDelilah Winters, urban explorer & self proclaimed badass. Lands herself the opportunity of a life time, not only does she get to meet her idol... She gets to work with him too. Zak Bagans, world renowned Paranormal investigator & demonologist. With...