Chap. 27

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Shane's POV

"I'll go and ready the release papers," Dr. Turner said, with a smile.

I smiled back at him, and he left the room, whistling.

I leaned back into the pad of pillows, wincing at the slight pain in my rib cage.

TeenNick Obsession was playing on the TV, a Justin Bieber music video on. But I couldn't concentrate on it.

Although I was excited to go home, an overwhelming part of me was scared. I felt safe here in the hospital, knowing that people could assist me with whatever's wrong and I never felt a need to panic.

But when I was back at Tyler's place, anything could go wrong. And there wouldn't be a team of doctors or nurses there to assist and comfort. It would just be the King family and I. And that concept scared me.

I could hear, and feel, my heart rate rising. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath to calm myself down.

They wouldn't let me go home if they didn't think I was ready, right?

They'd moved me out of the ICU two days ago, and I'd handled it well, or so the nurse told me. The only difference I really noticed was the lessened amount of pain medicine, which really took a toll on me the first night.

"Hey Shane," a female voice said.

My eyes popped open. A nurse was smiling at me. I still didn't know all the nurse's names here in this wing of the hospital.

"Everything alright?"

I then noticed I'd been absent-mindedly rubbing the scars on my wrist and forearm while I'd had my silent freak-out.

"Yeah, fine," I answered, letting my hands drop to my sides.

"Well Doctor Turner is signing the release papers," she said, picking up my chart. She began to flip through. "You said everything's alright?"

"Yes ma'am," I answered.

"You had a spike in your heart rate," she said. "A major spike."

I had two options. I could either tell her the truth or continue on with my lie.

"I freaked myself out a little," I admitted.

She hung back up my chart. "I know that transitioning from the hospital back home can be scary, especially after an extended stay," she said, reaching over to take my hand. "But all of your team of doctors, as well as the nurses here, believe you have what it takes."

"How different will it be?" I asked.

"Well you'll have to take your own pain killers," she said, with a smile. "But it shouldn't be a major change, we've got you on about the same dosage here that you'll be receiving at home."

She sat down on the edge of my bed. "Are you worried about safety?"

"Yeah," I admitted, without meeting her eyes.

"Your vitals have been normal for weeks now. The latest scans on your brain reveal that your almost back to normal. And your knee is all fixed up. Being here isn't really benefitting you anymore."

She took both my hands in hers, her eyes pausing only for a moment on my scars. Her eyes snapped up to meet mine, a soft smile on her face. "If it would make you feel better, I could request you stay here another night. But it really wouldn't be of any benefit, because you'd have to leave tomorrow."

I gave her a small smile. "I think I'll be alright."

She squeezed my hands before releasing them. "If you ever need us, we're only a phone call away. You've stolen the hearts of all the nurses here."

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