Your New Home

                                    

                                          
"Make sure to take your medicine three times a day Ms. L/n. You take one of these, then two of these. They will help stop any infection from starting. And if you start feeling any severe or unbearable pain make sure to come back and we will check it out and either add more medicine or strengthen your prescription." The nurse said as another nurse and doctor helped me into my wheel chair. 
                          
"Thank you, I will." I said with a smile as I was pushed out of the room and into the lobby. I saw all of my friends smiling faces, standing up and walking over. 
                          
"She's going to be needing a lot of help. And No serious work until injuries are healed." The nurse said, as Ian nodded. "Yes ma'am. We will make sure she gets back into tip top shape." He said as he grabbed the bag with all of my medicines in it. Shayne grabbed the handles of my wheel chair, wheeling me out of the hospital lobby. 
                          
"Where's Damien?" I asked, looking around at the group. I didn't notice his smiling face and stupid blue hair. 
                          
"Him and Courtney are doing something right now, we are gonna meet up with them later. Right now we are gonna take you back to the smosh office and get you some paper work done." Shayne said, turning me and pushing the chair towards the parking lot.
                          
What was he doing out with Courtney? 
                          
(ON A WHOLE OTHER SUBJECT THEY'VE BEEN REEEALLLLLYYY BUDDY BUDDY LATELY PLEASE TELL ME I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS NOTICED???)
                          
I mean, I know they're friends but..he wouldn't...right?
                          
"You're gonna get wrinkles if you keep making that face." Shayne said as he moved to stand in front of me, and began pulling on my cheeks. His face had a large smile on it, which meant that they weren't out doing something sketchy. They were doing something sneaky that everyone knew about. But not something bad. Sneaky like good sneaky.
                          
"Shayne, where am I supposed to go without a home?" I asked, remembering that I literately have no where to go. I wonder how damaged all my stuff was. I heard Shayne take a deep breath, opening the passenger side of his door. I also heard footsteps behind up, and suddenly a pair of arms under my legs and my back. I was soon swiftly lifted into the air, and my wheel chair folded up and placed into the trunk of his car. When I looked over, I saw Wes holding me. No wonder it was so easy, the man was an actual giant.
                          
"You know, I knew you'd be light but holy crap you're almost weightless." He said, placing me into the passenger seat and helped me buckle up. It sucked having a broken leg and arm. "Thanks, Wes." I said sadly. He only gave a smile, closing the door and walking to his own car. Shayne got into the drivers side, and started the car.
                          
"Shayne. Why is everyone so smiley?" It was honestly a little creepy. A part of me felt like they were all getting ready to murder me. 
                          
"Because we're just happy to have you back. We haven't gotten to see you around the office for a while, and honestly it's kind of saddening without you." He frowned, gripping the steering wheel. 
                          
"Who all saw the wreck..?" I asked. I don't know why, but I could see something flash through his eyes. 
                          
"Damien, me, Courtney, Ian and Mari. We were all standing around talking when we suddenly heard wheels screeching. When we looked over, Damien screamed out as we all just saw Vanessa's car ram into the side of yours. Mari was the one to call the police while Damien, Ian and I rushed over. We had to get into Vanessa's car and put it in reverse in order to get you out of your car." 
                          
I could see tears falling down his cheeks as he stared forward, remembering every detail. 
                          
"Vanessa had knocked herself out. But..." He took a breath, wiping his face. "There was so much blood. Damien pulled you out of your car and just sat there screaming, cradling your body. You wouldn't open your eyes. I don't even think at that point you were breathing. Ian and I had to almost hold Damien down as the paramedics tried to get you to breath again, which thankfully they did. If they would have been any later..." He looked at me, his eyes red as he looked at my casted arm and leg. "You would have died. You were declared dead for about thirty seconds until they got you stabilized."