Fixer Upper (A Choni Fanfiction)

Eighteen

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The next thing I remember is waking up, painstaken and assaulted by a bright light. I had to blink repeatedly to get used to the light, my arms to heavy to lift to my face so I could shield myself from the brightness. I looked around, my neck stiff and uncomfortable while I processed the fact that I was in a hospital room. I looked around for the nurse's button, and reached up slowly for it, pushing it with all my might.

"She's awake, doctor," I heard called from beyond the doors of the room I was in, followed by the sound of the door opening. I looked to the door to see somebody

"Good afternoon, Miz Blossom, my name is Doctor Weatherby." Introduced a man in a white coat with a bald head and glasses.

"I didn't think it'd get that bad." I muttered, my voice scratchy and hard to speak with.

"What?" He asked, a brow risen.

"The smoke. I've been asleep all day?" I asked, and he smiled sadly, shaking his head.

"It's been a month, Cheryl." He explained, and my eyes tried to widen, but my head was pounding too hard for my eyes to will themselves open that far. "You've been in a coma since the fire last month, Cheryl." He divulged, "It's January twelfth."

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"Oh, thank God!" Shouted the familiar voice of my mother, waking me up from my rest, something I had obviously done a lot of the last month. She crashed through the door, along with Polly. "Baby!" She sobbed, rushing over to hug me harshly.

It's been a week since I've woken up from my coma, but I didn't want them to tell my family until I was able to leave the hospital, just so I didn't have all of those weird visits where they all talked about how much they missed me while I was lying pathetically in the hospital bed. I was all ready to be discharged, they just wanted me to have someone come pick me up, so of course, I called my mom.

Toni visited every day since I had woken up, but the doctors turned her away every time, making up an excuse every time. I didn't want her to see me the way I was, all broken and sick.

Despite the fact that she had seen me like that, likely every day for a month.

"She's ready to go home when you are." Smile the nurse kindly to my sister, who seemed happier than ever.

"We're so happy you're okay, honey." Exhaled Alice, a big smile on her face, and I smiled, turning to get up out of the hospital bed, already sporting some street clothes that I had called Kevin to get for me.

Even when he wasn't my assistant anymore, I could still trust him.

Man, I needed to make him my best friend.

"Where's Mason?" I asked, and Polly smiled kindly.

"In the car with Kyle." She said simply, reaching a hand out to be helped out of the bed. Luckily, I was given enough painkillers to get rid of the aching of being in the same position for a month, and the doctor prescribed me to go to physical therapy for a month, just so I can properly regain my motor skills.

"I want to go see my son." I said simply, and the two women seemed to understand, being mothers themselves. It was five minutes before we were out, and I was being pushed out to the parking lot in a wheelchair, until we got to Polly's car. I got in the back seat, ready to see my son. I looked at my boy, revelling in his eyes as he looked up at me, a big smile on his face.