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Things got better. My head didnt hurt as much. I didnt get dizzy and I didnt black out. My bruises went away. They let me go home. But I didnt go out much due to the fact that early on, 4 people decided that I would never be alone at home. 

Charlie, Zoe and Taylor came over every other day and we'd spend the days lounging around in the living room, watching movies and eating junk food. 

On the days that they didnt come over Liam would come over and we'd spend the day doing random things around the house. Some days he'd bring the boys and those says would be filled with nothing but laughter. My time with Liam was sweet, would kiss and joke around. We'd get into food fights and then spend another half an hour cleaning it all up. 

               "I'm not able to come until noon tomorrow." Liam says as he sits next to me on my bed, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders. Today had been with my day with the girls but after they left he had come over, watching a movie with me. 

               "Thats fine." I tell him, biting my lip as my stomach rises to my thoart. I knew my mom would be with me tomorrow morning so it wasnt a problem.

               "I love you." Liam gets up, leaning down to give me a slow kiss. I reach up, tangling my hands in his hair.

               "I love you to." I sigh as I look up at him, not wanting to let him go.

               "Why are your eyes watering?" He sits back down, frowning. "You'll sleep, then when you get up you'll eat breakfeast and watch a little bit of tv and before you know it, i'll be here." He says, trying to get me to smile.

               "I know..." I cup his cheeks, pulling him closer to me, running my thumbs over his cheek bones. I give him a small smile before pulling him to me and kissing him as hard as I can. He kisses me back, pulling me into my lap. "I  really really love you." I tell him after I pull away, leaning against his chest. 

               "I really really love you to." He says, laying me against the pillows that were piled at the head of my bed.  "I'll be back in exactly 12 hours and you'll be sleeping most of them." He says after glancing at my alarm clock.  The look in his eyes lets me know that he really doesnt want to leave, which makes me feel better.

               "Bye." I whisper, hugging him tightly. He smiles, hugging me back. He slowly gets up and walks to the door, looking  back to give me a big smiles and a thumbs up. I give him a small smile back, collapsing against my pillows once I hear the front door close.


               "Mommy." I whisper as my mom takes a seat at the foot of my bed, tears already pouring down her face.

               "Yeah?" She raises a tissue to her face, wiping her cheeks. 

               "Will you hold me until I fall asleep?" I ask, my own tears were starting to fall. My mom nodds, moving to lay next to me, she lays her arm across my back as I lay on my stomach.

               "I was shellfish when I decided not to get treatment." I tell her, sniffling as she hands me a new tissue.

               "No. You weren't. You were being brave. I like how the last few months have been for you. If you would have had treatments, you wouldn't have been able to have fun." She rambles, trying to make me feel better.

               "What about you! I didnt even think of you!" I shout, feeling like the worst kid in the world.