Her Home, His Heart | ✓

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♪♪ So they pull back, make other plans

I understand I'm a liability

Get you wild, make you leave

I'm a little much for everyone ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [Liability] - [Lorde]

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 It had been a week since she had woken up and a little over 5 days since she began physical therapy for her legs. The pain of putting pressure on them was harder than what she had done with her hands. The physiotherapist informed her that because they carry all her weight, it would take some time for the leg that has been dormant for quite some time to get used to that.

But that did not make the process any better for her. The pain was excruciating and there were times she wanted to give up, but Petra and a lot of notes from Ronnie, who couldn't come over to the hospital, helped her push through.

"Miss Esmé?" A lady's voice called out to her.

Esmé turned to the direction of the voice and remembered her physiotherapist was standing right by her side. "Yes?" she asked and shifted the crutches in her hand a little so she could get a glimpse of her physiotherapist better.

They had done a session for the day and her physiotherapist escorted her to her room despite the way she refused.

"I said you've improved a lot lately. Quite an outstanding job," she commented with an encouraging smile.

"Thank you." Esmé gave her a small smile of her own and turned back to face the front. They were almost close to her room where she could have a sense of privacy for a few minutes.

The physiotherapist opened the door of her room and the moment Esmé stepped in, the shouts of congratulations filled her ears.

It took Esmé a minute to figure out that almost all the hospital staff were standing in her room with smiles on their faces and flowers in their hands.

Her forehead creased in confusion at what was going on. She turned a little to see a smile on her physiotherapist's face. She realized then that they planned it, and that was why her physiotherapist had insisted on walking her back to her room.

But that didn't help solve the problem of why they were in her room. Esmé looked around to locate any familiar face, but they were so many she couldn't really distinguish any person from the other.

She noticed a man who stood out from the others. He didn't dress like the others, and he had a grey suit on that fit his plump body. Even further than his dressing, his black with minor strokes of grey hair and full whitebeard with the glasses fixed on his face distinguished him from the crowd.

"My, my! Did you see her face?!" A familiar voice shouted. Esmé's eyes snapped toward Petra's voice, a sense of calm filled her on seeing a familiar face. "Congratulations, dearest Esmé," she said with a grin.

"Congratulations?" Esmé repeated in confusion.

"Yes, on the fact that you're being discharged from the hospital." The plump man said and came forward to stand in front of her.

She was getting discharged from the hospital? That was a good thing, wasn't it?

"I know this might feel overwhelming," the man whispered a bit once he stepped in front of her. His eyes moved around the crowd in disdain.