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"No, I get it. Football is your number one priority you don't have to explain it to me."
"Hey come on.. don't do this Savannah."
"Just go to practice Patrick."
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Patrick Mahomes has done it all...
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The four days I had to stay in the hospital were finally up, and I was heading home with Patrick, I could hardly wait.
My face had healed up a lot and I had minimal bruising left. It hurt less and less to breathe, it still hurt a lot though. I could walk all on my own, and my head didn't hurt half as much.
Patrick and I were gathering my things from the hospital room before heading out to the front desk so I could be discharged. Doctor Patterson was waiting for me at the desk with a perscription bag in her hands.
"You're looking great today Savannah." Doctor Patterson stated optimistically with a smile as she handed me the paper bag filled with medicine. "Here's some pain meds, and a little something to help with the nausea. When healing from a severe head injury, it's common to get sick up to ten days after the fact." Doctor Patterson said with a smile as I took the bag from her and smiled.
"Thank you so much for everything." I said gratefully before signing my discharge papers.
"It's not a problem, and remember no sporting activities of any kind until after your evaluation in two months." Doctor Patterson scolded me with a smile. I smiled and nodded at her in understanding before I spoke.
"I know, don't worry." I replied with a smile.
"Atta girl, you guys have a nice day." Doctor Patterson said with a smile before walking off.
"Thanks, you too." Patrick said back to her as the two of us walked out to Patrick's car.
Patrick walked beside me, making sure I didn't need any help. Due to the amount of pain I was faced with, I still walked rather slow.
"You finally get to go home with me, are you excited?" Patrick asked me with a happy smile as he opened the passengers side door for me. I smiled happily as I slowly eased myself into Patrick's car.
"Oh I'm so excited." I stated with a wide smile. Any shred of normalcy coming back into my life I was excited for. Going back to mine and Patrick's home was just step one.
When Patrick pulled into our driveway, we got out of the car and came through the side door and into the garage. Once Patrick opened the door and we entered into the kitchen Patrick spoke.
"Ta-da! Home at last." Patrick said with a happy smile.
I stood frozen stiff as I looked at the kitchen floor and remembered everything that happened here just a few days ago.
It all came flooding back into my mind, every kick in the gut, every stab, every punch in the face. Even the memory of Jason trying to rape me on the kitchen floor.
"Hey.. baby, are you okay?" Patrick asked me softly as he touched the small of my back. His touch frightened me as the memories of Jason ran through my head a million miles a minute.
