Just as Vince said, Mia came in with all smiles as usual. She had her hair thrown up into a high ponytail and she was dressed simply in a light pink tank top and capris. She walked over to the TV and turned it to the closest cartoon station, which happened to be Nickelodeon.

"Hey Bella, how are you feeling today?" After Vince left, I threw up once more and my body felt weak. The nurse tried to get me to eat some Jell-O, but I just couldn't.

"I'm really not feeling that good, Mia. I can't feel the left side of my body at the moment and my head is still throbbing."

"What do the doctors do when you can't feel parts of your body?"

"They do something call cortical stimulation. It's a type of electrocution that goes to my cortex. It usually helps the mobility of my arm and leg after a short period of time."

"Well, are you hungry at all? I brought your favorite candy." She pulled out a king sized pack of mini M&Ms and sat them on the bed.

"I'm really not hungry, Mia, but thanks. I want to go home. I'm sick of being here."

"Bella, you know you can't leave right now. Look at the condition you're in!"

I looked down at the pack of candy sadly and Mia grabbed my hand.

"Look, how about this? When you're feeling better, ask the doctor about a trip home, okay? Everyone misses you and I'm sure they'd love to have you home for a little while. How does that sound?"

I nodded and smiled a little. "I'd like that."

We sat in silence for a while and just watched SpongeBob until a nurse came in and told Mia that visiting hours were over. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug before waving and leaving the hospital. That same nurse helped me undress and get into the tub, allowing me to clean myself off. She helped me out and to get dressed, escorting me back to bed.

A few minutes later, Dr. Irving came in with a gentle smile and the cortical stimulator. "Hello Miss Torretto. I've heard you're having hemiparesis on your left side, is that correct?"

I nodded and he began hooking up the stimulator to my forehead. He set up an IV and the sedative medicine began to set in. "I'll see you in the morning, Miss Torretto." The last thing I saw was his gentle smile.

I opened my eyes groggily, reaching up to wipe the sleep out of my eyes. I paused for a second and smiled as I realized my left arm was functioning again. There was a very subtle throbbing in my head, but I wasn't feeling nauseated. In fact, I was feeling pretty damn good. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my cell phone, seeing that it was 10:36 AM. Yawning, I tossed the blanket off of my body and took a deep breath before getting out of bed to test my balance. My legs were sturdy and I wasn't dizzy: also an improvement.

Walking out of my room, I ran headfirst into a soft body. Stumbling back, I blinked and looked up to see a very handsome Asian man. "Uh, I'm sorry," he said. I liked his voice, it was deep, but held a light tone.

"It's okay, I'm totally fine," I said with a smile. With the terrible luck that I have, not even five seconds after I said that, my left leg gave out and I stumbled forward. He reached out and grabbed me before I could hit the ground, helping me back to my bed.

"Hey, are you alright? Do I need to page a doctor?"

I chuckled bitterly; I hate getting my hopes up. "No, it's okay. My leg just gave out; it's a common occurrence. Can you bring me that wheelchair?" I pointed to the wheelchair sitting in the farthest corner.

He retrieved the wheelchair and helped me into it, lowering me slowly and gently. "Thank you…?"

"Han, Han Lue." "Well, thank you, Han. Even though this little incident just ruined my mood."

"What do you mean?"

"I was on my way to tell someone that I was feeling better because my sister promised that if I was feeling better then I could come home for a while."

He nodded and pulled a candy bar out of his jean pocket. He began opening it and pointed to it, asking if I wanted any.

"I'm alright. I haven't even eaten the candy my sister brought me yesterday."

"So…what's wrong, exactly? If you don't mind me asking."

"I have a type of brain cancer. It's called Meningioma. I was diagnosed with it when I was six and I've been dealing with it ever since."

"Wow, that's crazy. So, because your leg gave out you can't go home?"

"I'm not completely sure. I mean, I don't have any problems moving around in my wheelchair, it's just annoying. I'm not nauseous, my memory is in tact at the moment, and I haven't had any recent seizures, so I'd say I'm doing okay. I'm also not as weak as I was yesterday."

Han just looked at me with pity in his eyes and he ate his candy bar. It was really starting to bother me.

"Hey Han?" "Hm?"

"Can you stop looking at me like that, please? I don't want your pity, I get my fair share of it."

"Uh, right. I should get going anyway. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine, Han, really." He shrugged and walked to the door. "It was nice meeting you…?"

"Arabella."

"Arabella."

He left and I sighed, following behind him out to the reception desk. "Hi, I was wondering if I could check out for a few days?" I asked Ms. April.

"Let me check with Dr. Irving and he'll be in with you soon, Miss Torretto."

"Thank you."

I wheeled back to my room and grabbed my mini M&Ms, waiting patiently for Dr. Irving to come in. There was a knock on the door and Dr. Irving poked his head inside the room.

"You asked to see me, Miss Torretto?"

"Yes sir, I did. I was wondering if I could go home for a few days? I'm feeling really home sick."

"Hmmm, let me check you over and then we'll discuss it. I see that you're using your wheel chair. Are you still having problems with hemiparesis?"

"Not particularly. My left leg gave out after trying to walk a little. Other than that I'm feeling completely fine. There's no nausea or anything. I can remember the whole week too."

I looked at him with a hopeful smile and puppy dog eyes, my secret weapon. He got the thermometer, asking me to open my mouth so he could set it under my tongue. A few seconds later, it beeped and he took it out.

"You have a slight fever of 99.3, so if you promise to take your medicine and take it easy, I'll allow you to go home for a few days. You need to stay in the chair so nothing happens to you, alright?"

I nodded eagerly. "I can do that, sir. I'll call my brother now, he can sign me out."

"That sounds like a plan, Miss Torretto. I'll have April get your forms ready."

He left and I squealed with excitement as I pulled my phone out and dialed Dom.

"Hey baby girl," his deep voice rang through the phone.

"Dom, guess what?!"

"What is it?"

"I get to come home for a few days! Can you come get me?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in fifteen. Make sure you have everything you need."

"Alright, bye." I wheeled over to the pile of clean clothes on the windowsill and packed them into my overnight bag. I left out a pair of jeans and a dark blue wife beater to change into; yeah I was definitely a Torretto. Now that the clothes were packed, I changed into my outfit for the day and rolled over to the sink to brush my teeth, tossing my toothbrush into the bag as well.

I sighed as I looked at my reflection. My hair was starting to grow back again, looking like a really low buzz cut, but that wouldn't last long. I had a chemotherapy session scheduled for next week, meaning it would just fall out. I brushed it and threw the brush in the bag. I made up the bed, grabbed my bag and wheeled outside to wait for Dom.

It didn't take long for that red Mazda RX-7 to show up or my big brother to step out and smother me with a hug, along with a teddy bear.

"I've missed you so much. I'm sorry I've been so busy lately."

"I understand, Dom. You run a garage, it takes a lot to run it."

He told me stay by the car while he ran in and signed my release papers. When he came back, he helped me out of the chair and into the car, putting my bag and the chair in the trunk before getting in and zooming off towards the fort.

"Ahh, I've missed this car too. So many fun memories!" He just smiled and continued driving.

"I ran into this cool guy earlier. He caught me when my leg gave out."

"Oh no, I don't have to worry about some buster on top of everything else with you now, do I?"

"Nah, I'll probably never see him again. You know how that stuff goes."

"Good, I'm not having anyone corrupt my baby sister."

"Oh please Dom, I'm not a baby anymore. I'll be 20 years old soon."

"You'll always be my baby, Bella, you know that." Sighing, I just looked out of the window as he sped through the streets of L.A. The only thing on my mind right now was the comfort of my home and my family. I couldn't wait to see them all in one sitting; it's been way too long.