Did you forget?

Chapter Twelve

Demi's POV 

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While Luna was resting in the hospital, I drove home to use the Rover that has more space to fold her wheelchair in. Getting out of the car, I see Wilmer's Lamborghini; without any thought, I took a sledge hammer off the tool wall and began to hit the windscreen and hood of the car. Not a scratch was visible. 'Fuck you and your bulletproof' I huffed and tried to calm myself. 

Finally parking the car, I walked towards the entrance of the hospital, a man with a microphone in his hand shoved it close to my face and began ask questions: "Demi why is your daughter in the hospital? Your husband has been arrested, is he the reason?"

Keeping my anger in check I scrunched my fist into a tight ball and called for security to handle the media. 

Opening the door to my daughter's room, I saw Nick by her side. 

"Hey Nick, what are you doing here?" 

"I tried to call your phone but you didn't pick up so I thought you'd be here, but when I arrived no one was here." 

"Yeah, I had to switch cars because the nurse said when Luna is discharged, she will need to be in a wheelchair." 

Nick sighs, "How can this happen to such an innocent little girl." 

Guilt hit me like a tonne of bricks, I have been a terrible mother, wrapped up in my own problems. 

"You know Wilmer was hurting me, I didn't think he would hurt his own daughter." I muttered and turned away from Nick. 

"When can Luna be discharged?" Nick asked, quickly changing the subject. 

"I'll ask the nurse." I tried to look for the closest reception on the same level we were currently on. 

"Ms Lovato." Someone from behind calls for me and I turn around, it was the nurse I was looking for. 

"Oh, I was looking for you, I was just wondering when my daughter can be discharged."

"I'll be with you in a moment, please wait back in the room." 

"Well?" Nick raised his eyebrows waiting for my response. 

"The nurse will be here soon to check." I replied. 

"Well Luna Valderrama, it seems like you are in satisfactory condition to go home." The nurse smiled at Luna who was busy playing on Nick's phone. 

 "Luna, the nurse is talking to you." I called for her attention, only to be ignored. 

"It's alright, she's been through a lot already."

"Sorry she's not usually like this." I apologised.

"First of all, this is the wheel chair she will need to be in for three weeks until the stitches in her operated leg have melted. Second of all, here are her pain killers, they need to be taken once in the morning and at night. Thirdly, our team have decided for the best interest of Luna, she should see a therapist in order to cope with the traumatic events. Lastly, you have a court hearing tomorrow on Luna's case at 4pm. Other than that, please sign these discharge papers and you're good to go." 

"Um nurse, if you don't mind, about the therapist, can I discuss that with my daughter, I feel like if we force her to do it, she will not listen. She can be stubborn sometimes." I whispered towards the end. 

"Okay, here is the therapist's number, call when Luna is ready." The nurse walked out the room. 

I knelt to the level of Luna's bed while Nick was sitting on the opposite side.