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Ethan's Care

- Three Days Later -

I laid in the hospital bed with Ethan by my side waiting for the doctors to come back with information. Ethan held my hand tightly. He looked worried.

"Ethan. I'm sure they'll come back with good news." I reassured him.

"I hope so. I really just want us to go home."

"Me too." I replied.

"What are your plans for if we get home?" He asked.

"Probably take it easy for a bit, let my followers know what happened, hang with you." I told him. "What about you?"

"The same pretty much. Of course, bring Spencer home and let him get used to us."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that."

"Yeah, I'm really excited-."

The doctors came in right in the middle of his sentence. Ethan stood up sharply with a worried expression plastered on his face.

"So... can she go home?" He asked panicked.

"She's able to go home, yes. But no heavy lifting of any kind." They replied.

"Yes!" Ethan exclaimed hugging me tightly. I was overwhelmed with happiness.

"We'll just unhook you and help you out." The nurse said bringing a doctor over to help.

"I'll call Mark and have him and Amy get a flight planned and start packing." Ethan left the room to go make the call.

- Later That Day-

The four of us walked through the Airport halls with suitcases trailing behind us. I was able to carry a rolling suitcase instead of one of the duffle bags.

"I get the window seat this time!" Ethan joked.

"Ah! I almost forgot, that's right!" I laughed. "You deserve it this time. Thanks for everything you've done."

"Aww, it's not big deal." He blushed. "I'm just doing what I feel is right. And because I care for you a lot."

"Y/N!" Amy called my name.

"Hmm?" I answered.

"There's a coffee shop here, you wanna stop and get something with me?" She asked.

"Uh yes!" I said.

"Here, I can take the suitcase while you go get it." Mark offered.

I looked up at him and smiled. It's been really tense between us since we last left home. But I can see the regret and sincerity in his eyes. I forgive him. I wish he knew that.

"Alright." I handed it to him and left to join Amy.

- Ethan's P.O.V -

Mark came by and stood next to me. His eyes were fixed on Amy and Y/N slowly making their way to the shop. Amy was holding onto Y/N and helping her keep her balance.

"She looks like she's in a lot of pain." Mark said bluntly.

"She does?" I asked.

"Her posture and the way she walks. They're hesitant and sharp. Did she take her medication today?"

"From what I know, yes." I replied.

"She's good at keeping herself composed even if she's, in this case, in a immense amount of pain." Mark said.

"Do you want me to check if she did take them?" I added.

"Please? Ever since the accident, I'm worried about her suicidal tendencies for pain."

"I understand... you know I witnessed it first hand..."

"I know. And I don't blame her or you. I blame the guy who didn't stop." Mark began. "Yeah it was an attempted suicide but she can't help that so much was on her that day. I wasn't much of help."

"Mark, she's not upset at you. She's more relieved to be able to live life again with us than die upset with you." I told him.

"Thanks Ethan. Thank you for taking care of her all this time. I'm not much of help sometimes."

"It's all good. I care for her very much and I wouldn't ever let her go through this alone. Especially since I plan to... yanno."

"That's right, when are you thinking about it?" He asked.

"I'm not sure. This whole trip threw me off. Not to mention her accident and her injuries. I want her healthy and happy before I do anything. I want her to get back into her routine too." I lamented.

"She needs that. She needs her life back. I appreciate what you're doing for her to feel like a normal being again." Mark rubbed my shoulder.

"Of course."

Amy and Y/N soon came back with a cup in each hand. Y/N strained a smile while I looked at her still very concerned.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked. As we began walking again.

"Did you take your medication this morning?"

She remained silent. Her head was low as she sighed deeply.

"I thought I could make it without the painkillers." She confessed.

"Y/N... they gave you that to help heal things other than your ribs, yanno."

"I know."

"You're taking it tonight. That's final." I instructed her.

"Fine."

- Mark's House -

- Y/N's P.O.V -

The Uber dropped us off right back where we all needed to be. Ethan's car was still in the driveway. Mika was just leaving the house when she dropped everything and ran over to us.

"You're back!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah we are." Ethan replied helping Mark get the luggage out of the back of the Uber.

"Thank you for taking care of Chica all this time." Amy thanked her.

"Oh it was no big deal! She's a sweetheart." Mika replied.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" She asked.

"I'm tired and kinda in a lot of pain but a lot better than I was when I woke up." I told her.

"Understandable. Hoping for a speedy recovery. And when you're back in shape, we should do another coffee date sometime!"

"I'm down for it."

"Great!" She smiled. "Well I better get going." She handed the spare key to Amy.

"Have a good night!" She waved and got into her car.

The rest of us brought our stuff into the house. Ethan already had his luggage in his car. Chica went hysterical and jumped onto Mark and Amy with lick attacks.

I smiled brightly and went to my room. Ethan followed. I set my bags by my bed and sat on the edge of it.

"Promise me you'll take your medication tonight." He said coming close in front of me and holding my hands.

"I promise." I smiled softly.

"Good." He leaned in and rested his head on mine. "I love you."

"I love you too." I replied.

Ethan kissed me passionately bringing the same butterflies to my stomach. Felt better than the pain I was experiencing. He pulled away with a smile and said his goodbyes. He had to go back to his place and get his stuff out back.

I changed into some clean clothes to sleep in before I laid back on my bed. It felt great to be home again. To be in my own bed again. It was better than any pain I could experience.