Is This for Real

Chapter 47: Slip Up

TORI'S POV

It's been two days since Austin has visited me and it still feels like it was only my imagination. Yet, I'll get texts from him so I know this isn't my mind playing tricks on me.

A nurse walked into the room, causing me to put down my phone which I was currently playing Bejeweled on. I looked up at the nurse. She had a small smile on her face. Please be good news. Please be good news.

"Tori, since your stitches seem to be healing well, you can go home today. I just need your mom to sign some papers."

Pattie walked out of the room with the nurse, leaving Justin and I alone. "Oh my gosh! Yes!" I exclaimed when I knew that Pattie and the nurse wouldn't be able to hear me.

Justin chuckled. "Happy, eh?"

"Yes! I'm sick of hospitals. I've had enough them to last me a lifetime. I want to go home and sleep in my own bed. It's way more comfortable than this one."

Pattie came back in the room five minutes later and she told me what the nurse had told her. I have to be in a wheelchair until it's easier for me to move the right side of my body, which it should be easier in about a week and then I have to be on crutches until the break in my right leg heals. I have to take pain medications every six hours. But, I don't need to wake up in the middle of the night to take them, which is a relief. I mean, who wants to wake up from a deep sleep to take pain meds? Definitely not me.

The doctor discharged me from the hospital and brought a wheelchair into the room. I got down from the bed, with a little help from my mom, and eventually sat myself down in the wheelchair.

I got wheeled out of the hospital and into the sea of paparazzi. Nobody told me about this! I ducked my head down and closed my eyes, waiting for the flashes to reside. Once I got to Pattie's car, a silver BMW 3 series, she opened the door and helped me into the front seat since I couldn't do it by myself. Then, she folded up the wheelchair, opened the trunk, laid it down, and closed the trunk. After that, she got into the driver's seat.

Now for the hard part. Figuring out how to maneuver around the paparazzi.

Pattie looked around for an opening. There was only one and she'd have to drive backwards. "Stupid paps," I mumbled to myself.

Pattie hit the gas and sped backwards. After taking a sharp turn out of the parking lot, she sped onto the main road. "How did you learn how to drive like that?" I asked, astonished.

"Let's just say, Justin used to oversleep a lot for school." We shared a laugh and then my phone went off. It was a text from Justin.

I'll hold the paps off until u and mom r safely inside the house. Text me when u r there and then I will leave the hospital.

Ok. Thanks. I replied.

"Justin said that he's talking to the media, so that we can make it home. When we're home, I'll text him," I told Pattie.

"Okay. I just hope there won't be any at home."

"Well, if there are, they won't be able to get past the front gate," I stated. After the incident with the paparazzi after I first got adopted, we had a ten foot tall gate installed at the front of our house. So now no paparazzi can even get close to the windows.

"True," Pattie agreed.

"I can't wait to get home. I need to take a shower!" I haven't showered in four days and it feels disgusting.

"Luckily for you, you have a water proof cast on."

"Yes, I'm so happy about that. I can not wait even another hour to shower!"