Take Me Away | ✔️

32. REUNION

IF I LEARNED ANYTHING about my condition as of the moment, it was about the fact everything was slowly healing, including my memories through dreams or sudden flashbacks throughout the day. With the flashbacks they give me intense headaches and sometimes, because of them, I would scream from the pain and then pass out. The doctor, which I learned that his name was Skye, told me that it meant that my brain was trying to intake every memory, and most memories could be painful if I take in a lot of flashbacks.

          Everyone, which consisted of my father, brother, and ex-boyfriend, has been there for me, making sure to help me with putting medicine on the wounds and bruises, and then bandaging them. They still think that they should protect me from the mirror, just to avoid from seeing myself until I've fully healed but I was getting more and more annoyed.

          Sure, I was recovering the memories of my family and friends, but there weren't enough memories of what happened to me at that hellhole. I keep thinking that if I see myself, maybe I'd get some sort of flashback from them—it isn't easy, sure, having to feel like you have been run over by a bus over and over again, but I still wanted to view myself.

          No one has been specifically allowed in my room after the whole debacle about me not remembering anything temporarily (which was a really short one) and after everything, maybe it was for the best.

          My father and I have been rebuilding our relationship—whatever it is now, Sean can't even look directly at my face for a long time, and Alex, well, I could feel his anger for Max whenever he saw me.

          Right, Max.

          No one has said a word about them, probably waiting for me to ask what happened to them and I never bothered. To be honest, I wanted to know what happened to them, but I never really got the courage to ask. All they wanted to see was for me to be okay, and I acted like it—I smiled, and said thank you, and just acted like everything was okay.

          They took it as a good thing.

          I figured that if I just acted everything was okay, they'll finally stop treating me like a child and get me out of this hospital so I could go home.           They did it, actually. Doctor Skye still wanted me here for observation for my brain but nevertheless, I was finally getting released tomorrow.

          Which meant that my last night here, Sean wanted to throw me a small party of getting out, and I agreed to it. If I didn't, everybody will keep asking again if I was okay or not to just talk to anyone for a while. They're going to go back with coddling me and I don't want that, and I don't want to worry them anymore.

          So, a party, which meant seeing my friends—Tyler, Lucas, Robbie, Riley, and um, my boyfriend. Travis Mason.

          God, Travis Mason invaded most of my thoughts. I was worried still even though he would send me, from time to time, pictures of me or the both of us. It was sweet but what would I even say to him tonight?

          Sorry, I didn't say anything when I called you, I was having a mid-flashback-like-seizure?

          No, that won't even work.

          It was about six-thirty when Sean opened the door to reveal Lucas, who was standing with red roses, smiling at Sean. "Hey," he nodded to him before hugging. When his eyes glanced at me, I could see the water in them, threatening to spill.

          "Lucas, do you want me to kick you out?" I threatened, giving a small smile. "Will you just come in?"

          "Okay, but," his voice cracked. I swear, often times, this guy acts like a kid. "can I have a hug first?"

          Rolling my eyes, I opened my arms and he just ran towards me. "I'm still sore on certain parts of my body so you're going to have to be careful when hugging me."

          He hummed an "okay" before wrapping his arms around my neck. Then, he just starts crying and telling me how much he missed me, how no one would just laugh at his jokes. It got me to cheer up about the situation, I would admit.

          When he finished, he still sniffed and wiped his tears with some tissue he found on my bedside table.

          Then, came Robbie and Riley, both giving me a side-hug, and different brands of bars of chocolates tied up in a pretty, blue ribbon shaped like a rose.

          "We didn't know what to give you," Robbie shrugged. "We just took a whole lot and then did the whole ribbon thing."

          "What the hell do you mean 'we'?" Riley snapped, slapping his brother at the back of the head. I chuckled but continued to watch them. "I watched a whole lot of YouTube videos how to make that kind of ribbon. Plus, I bought most of the chocolates, while the some of what you brought, you ate them in the car."

          "Okay!" He rose his hands up in surrender. "I was hungry. Don't attack me."

          They continued to bicker, not even noticing that Tyler was inside the room, holding green colored balloons with a "GET WELL SOON" written across it. My eyes widened. How would he even know that's my favorite color?

          "I asked around," Tyler smiled, simply. "I know you're not fan of balloons but I thought if I bought them green, you'd still like them."

          Taking the threads from his grasp, I nodded as I matched his smile. "I like them. Thank you, Tyler."

          He stared at me for a second, observing me a little before chuckling. "You missed my party."

          "I did," I replied, tying the threads of the balloon to my wrist. "but, I promise that I'll come to the next one. I won't miss it for the world."

          "You better," he winked, laughing.

          "Can I see my girlfriend now or do I still have to wait?"

          I forgot about that impatience of his.

          Travis was wearing a simple gray sweatshirt that matched his eyes, dark pants, and snickers. Whatever he wore still didn't matter, though. All I was focused on was how there were dark circles under his eyes, and he definitely looked tired.

          We gazed at one another for what seemed a long time before tears started welling up to my eyes. I honestly didn't know why, but all I felt was how much I was in love with him and I didn't even get to say it back before I left him.  

          His arms engulfed me, and I didn't even mind that my body was starting hurt from how hard he was hugging me. If anything, I would embrace pain just to make sure that I would get to hold him, feel his warmth, and that intoxicating scent of his.

          "Hey, Sammy," He whispered, and that broke the dam that I've been holding on to. I sobbed silently to his neck, chuckling slightly as his nickname for me. "I missed you, by the way."

          As we pulled away from one another, his hand pulled on the sleeve of his sweatshirt and wipe my tears with it, gently. "I love you too, by the way."

          Stilled, surprised, his eyes widened as he was taking in what I just said.

          "I didn't get to say it back," I continued on, giving him a grin. "but I get to say it now."

          He cupped my face with his hands and pressed his lips to my forehead. "I love you. I love you, so much. But, I'm still angry at you." My brows furrowed. He shook his head. "We'll talk about it later."

           Why the hell is he angry with me?

           "I think it's great you guys are together," Sean crossed his arms across his chest. "I'll also say it again, Mason. You hurt my sister, I'll do worse than punch the living hell out of you."

          With that, the party finally started.