I Am Only 16, After All {EXTREME EDITING}

 We were supposed to go home the next day, Saturday, but Mel and my mum thinks it will be best to get me home. I thought travelling with a baby bump was hard, but it is nothing, whatsoever, compared to having a bruised side, a baby bump, broken left arm and a sprained ankle. I was so uncomfortable, and I couldnt even resort to texting my friends; it's too hard to do, at least so far it is. I end up stuffing my coat behind my head and then I fall asleep. Surprisingly I don't wake up for the entire journey, I guess the events had just physically drained me.

I wake up, Liam nudging me softly on the shoulder, waking me. We are home, at last. He carries me bridal style once again, into the house. He starts to carry me upstairs and I faintly hear his mum say that our room isn't upstairs; it's downstairs now. Thinking it was just because of my ankle, I let this go over my head. Until we were taken into our new room...

Aqua blue walls, and blinds. Master bed, which is huge and so is the flat screen TV that is attached to the wall. We have blue cupboards, desks, a bue sofa bed and a lot of other stuff. I notice there are two doors. One is an ensuite bathroom. Again, aqua blue themed. I make Liam take me to the bathroom, and as I look around I see that there are real shells in the tiles, and the large bath and shower will be very handy. There is of course a toilet and basin.

The second door, me and Liam are very happily surprised with. It's the second downstairs bedroom joined onto our own, but it has been transformed. It is no longer a bedroom, but a baby nursery. What should have been the ensuite is now the baby changing room, where all the nappies, wipes and a gigantic baby mat along with two travel mats (like in the swimming pools) are. There is also a baby bath, with a few bath toys, and there is bottles, a steroliser, milk powder and breastfeeding aids.

'Meeeel! Maaaaaark!' I call. They rush in to see me laid on the bed, back in our room, a gigantic smile on my face. 'Did you arrange this for us?' 

'Yep.' Mel pops the 'p'. 'That's why we needed to go away; so that the dust wouldn't get on our chests. Especially yours, Emilea.'

'Do you like it then?' Asks Mark, looking us both hopefully in the eyes.

'Yeah! I love it!' Me and Liam say in unision.

'Good.' I run up and hug them, before my eyes water. I forgot about my ankle and now it hurts, a lot. 'Be careful! Anyway, you both need sleep. Night.'

Liam picks me up and sits me on the bed, before throwing my night gown next to me. 'Need some help, babe?' He asks, as I struggle to even unzip my dress. I nod. He comes over and helps me slide my dress off, carefully, so no weight is needed on my ankle. Then he guides my arms into my night gown sleeves before tucking me in bed, while he gets ready for bed himself. He brings my toothbrush to brush them in bed, before climbing in next to me. I have never been so uncomfortable in my life. 'You alright, Emilea?' Liam asks, after a restless half an hour.

'Yeah...' I sigh. 'No. Can't get comfy.' I say.

'You in pain?' He asks. I nod. 'Want some painkillers?' 

'If I can.' I sigh again. 'Please.'

He gives me a tablet and some water. Once I have taken it, I settle back down, and cuddle up next to Liam, trying not to knock my ankle, bump or broken arm. After around twenty minutes, my eyes start to close. Thank God they gave me painkillers that make you drowsy.

_ _ _ _ _

It's Sunday. When I look at the clock, it's eleven. I sit up super fast, then groan in pain. Liam must have already gotten up, because he isn't in bed. 'Liam?' I call, as I can't walk. But then I see the wheelchair, just in the corner of the room. I climb slowly out of bed, hopping over to it, before sitting down and taking another painkiller. I one-handedly wheel myself out of the room, and see that the living room is full. My mum, dad, Liam, Mel and Mark are sat watching TV.

'Morning love.' My mum smiles. 'How are you feeling?' Well, the truthful answer would be that I felt like I had just been knocked over by a truck.