Okay, I'm going to be honest. I've had some shit happen this week. However, I'm not going to talk about it. I feel like I've done that too much. I fell like I've made it seem like I'm a sob-story looking for attention. I'm really not like that. So from now on, my personal life stays out of my story. You don't need to hear about it and I don't want you all to pity me, because that's not what I'm after. I wanted to tell you what was going on, but it just got too depressing and stupid for me. This has nothing to do with what anyone has said to me, because no one has said anything, it's just a decision I've made. Haha, decision. :) Wow, I'm such a weirdo.

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We're almost at Matthew's hospital room. My heart is pounding harder by the second. Partially because I don't know what he's going to look like. When we rescued him, my heart almost sank because I knew he was in so much pain. Then when I saw him a few days later, he had been all healed up. I never really saw him in shock or anything. I try to be as brave as I can when we reach his room. I take a deep breath, then I enter the room.

Matthew's sitting up in bed, clearly anticipating our arrival. He looks as nervous as I feel. I don't even say anything, I just run up to him and embrace him. Luckily, no one tries to stop me. He wraps his arms around me. I feel hot tears streaming down my face.

"It's okay, April. I'm okay. I'm okay." He keeps saying.

"I know. I'm just trying to register that." I say.

He holds me like that for a few more minutes, then we finally let go. He holds my hand in his and kisses it. He let's go, and turns to the rest of the people in the room.

"Hello, Matthew." Dad says, giving him a handshake.

"Hello, Maxon. Nice to see you again. Sorry about all of this." Matthew replies.

"It's not your fault." Dad reassures him.

"Matthew," Lance says, giving him a clap on the back. "Good to see you."

"Thanks, Lance." Matthew says. "So, any news on when I'm getting out of here?"

"Tonight," Dad says. "We're flying home."

Matthew gets a concerned look on his face, but he forces it to disappear and smiles slightly again. "Sounds good."

I can tell he's nervous, so I lean over and whisper to him, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"April," he whispers back. "After what I went through with Chris, I'm pretty sure I can handle this."

I give him a look. I guess if he says he's okay with this, then he's okay with it.

He checks out of the hospital. The doctors give him some medicine just in case he has any trouble on the plane. He insists that he doesn't need it, so he doesn't take it. I take it from the doctors and keep it in my purse just in case.

We arrive at the airport, avoid the press, go through security, then finally board the plane. It's about 7:00 pm. I feel exhausted. I should be used to this by now, but I'm not. I ask the flight attendant for a coffee once I'm settled next to Matthew. Once she brings it to me, I sip it quietly. I look over at Matthew. He looks nervous. I loop my arm through his and his face softens. He look over at me and forces a smile.

"Are you going to be okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He says.

I know I'm supposed to trust him, but I'm also supposed to take care of him. My real question is, when do I give him the meds?

We take off, and I can tell he's nervous. I hold his hand, and he squeezes mine pretty hard. I can tell he's trying to hold back a lot, but I don't know how much longer he'll be able to take it. He squeezes my hand harder by the minute. I gently rub his arm with my other hand. I see sweat dripping down his forehead. He begins to shake a bit too.

"Matthew, you're not okay." I say.

"April, I'm f-fine." He stammers.

"No, Matthew, you're not. You need something." I pull the pills out. "Here, take one."

"April, I-I'm fine. And w-where d-did you get t-those?"

"I took them from the doctor. I thought something like this would happen."

He gives me a look as if to say, I hate you, but you know me so well I can't be mad at you.

"Excuse me," I say to the flight attendant. "Could I get a glass of water?"

"Of course." She says, glancing at Matthew.

She gets the water and brings it back.

"Thanks," I say, taking the plastic cup from her. I take out a pill for him to take, but I realize that he can't hold the glass without shaking all of the water out since he's shaking so much. "Matthew, open your mouth." I instruct.

"W-w-what?" He says.

"Just do it!" I say. He does so, and I put the pill in his mouth. I tilt his head back and pour a bit of water in. I close his nose so he'll have no choice but to swallow it. He does so (I even check to make sure he's not hiding it) and in a few minutes he starts to calm down.

"Uh, thank you." He says. I can tell he's embarrassed. I don't blame him.

"Anytime." I say.