A/N: I have only read chapter one of the sequel 'Where she went' so I apologise if there are any cross overs. Disclaimer: I do not own If I Stay Gayle Forman does.

Mia's POV

Today is my last day in hospital. They wouldn't let me go any sooner to make sure that all my injuries wouldn't continue to cause trouble. I feel safe here, where I don't have to worry about anything and have my favourite nurses still coming by, but at the same time it kills me to stay here where all I can remember is running around helplessly watching as my family died. Every time I think about this and the word...orphan...I want to scream, I want to change my decision and die; but there is no way to rethink or redo my final decision. This I'm almost grateful for, I felt so confused and lost. I never want to feel that way again.
It took a while to decide where to live. Legally I could live on my own but I sure as hell wasn't going to do that. In the end I decided to stay with Willow and Henry. It just felt like the right thing to do.

Three hours later, we pulled up in Willow and Henry's driveway. It took longer to get there as I never want to drive on the road where it happened again. I feel like being there would make the memories too painful. Climbing out the car, I followed Willow up the porch steps and into the cool entrance hall.
'I'll show you to your room.' She said heading off further into the house. 'This way.'
At the far end of the house on the right was a room with a camp bed pushed up against the far wall, with a dresser squeezed in at the foot of it. The floor was covered with a musty, worn, cream carpet and the walls were painted an off white, with a bare bulb hanging in the centre of the room.
'It's not much, but I'm sure we can spruce it up a bit, add some homely touches.'
'It's fine. Thank you Willow' I said offering a weak smile.
'I'll go get some covers. Blue or pink?'
'Blue.'
'Okay, I'll just be a minute.' Willow said touching my arm before disappearing off down the hallway. Now alone, I let my shoulder sag as I knelt on the bed to crack open a window, which looked out onto the backyard.
'Here we go.' Willow said remerging in the doorway, making me jump slightly. We then worked in welcome silence as I helped Willow make the bed.
'You know where the shower is, just help yourself to anything. There's a towel in the bottom draw, and I managed to get a change of clothes and pyjamas from your house which are in the top.' Willow explained signalling over to the dresser, 'I thought we might be able to go and get the rest tomorrow?'
'Sure, thanks.' I replied as Willow disappeared again leaving me in peace.

A few minutes later, I decided to take up her off and had a long shower, scrubbing all traces of the hospital and its disinfectant smell from my body. Once in my pyjamas I felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over me, so I slipped back to my room and curled up tightly under the crisp covers, squeezing my eyes tight shut.

Adam's POV

I was...relieved. I felt as though a sudden weight had been lifted from my shoulders when Mia squeezed my hand back. I had missed several shows, practices and band meetings while at the hospital. But I didn't give a shit. And I don't think anyone else did either. The rest of the band spent a lot of time at the hospital with me, waiting for Mia to wake up. But now she was here, alive, I can't help thinking that something's going to change. And that scares me. I knew I had promised Mia that I would leave, if she wanted me to, but I feel like it would kill me. I don't want to let her go.
A week or so after Mia woke up the band insisted that we start practicing again. That we didn't want to lose it from missing so many sessions. We had a practice today, 3 hours long. I felt pretty exhausted afterwards, but I dragged myself to the hospital to see Mia and arrived at exactly 2:10 in the afternoon. I felt bad for leaving her, but as Liz had pointed out: me being there wasn't going to change much.

I stood as patiently as possible at the reception desk as the receptionist went through the details at an excruciatingly slow speed.
'Here...' she drawled in a heavy accent, 'She was checked out at...' she said running her finger down the monitor, '1:23pm.'
'What? To which wing.'
'No. She was checked out permanently. To go home.' She said acting as though I was stupid to ask. Why didn't she tell me? I thought feeling a little hurt.
'Who with?' I asked trying to keep a level tone.
'Sorry, sir. But that information is confidential.' she drawled, her boredom snapping my nerves.
'For god's sake.' I growled losing my cool hitting my fist on the counter, 'Why can't you tell me?'
'I told you sir, that is highly confidential.'
I just want to see Mia. I thought to myself physically sagging. Defeated I dragged myself back out to my car and slumped into the driver's seat, resting my head on the wheel before hauling my phone out of my pocket and scrolling down my contacts to Mia's number before hitting call. I pressed my phone to my ear, impatient, before getting straight to answerphone. 'Ugh!' I groaned, feeling immediately frustrated before typing Mia a quick text 'Where r u? x'. I then rested my head back against the seat waiting for a reply. When impatience got the better of me I fished out my phone and asked Kim. 'I think she's at Willow's.' she replied almost instantly. 'Thanks' I replied quickly before starting up the engine and pulling out onto the motorway.

A/N: Well that's chapter 1. Sorry if it was a little boring, it will hopefully get more interesting soon. I will try and update a minimum of once a month, but with life going on I may struggle. Thanks for reading :) ~ Cait09