Naia's POV
Today was December 2, and the current time was 9:30 in the morning. When I asked for a clock to be in my room, Dr. Manning managed to find a small digital clock and it was placed on the small table next to my hospital bed. According to Dr. Manning, I currently was in the PICU but she didn't tell me what that stood for so I still didn't really know where I was.
"How are you feeling?" Dr. Manning asked me as she came in.
I shrugged, "Okay I guess."
"Does your chest hurt?" She asked as she used her stethoscope. I shook my head. "Well, your lung sounds definitely sound better."
I had no idea what lung sounds were and just kind of nodded like a total idiot.
"Things are looking good but I think we're going to keep you here a bit longer just to be sure." Dr. Manning said, putting the stethoscope around her neck again.
I shrugged, "It's not like I have anywhere else to go."
"Mandy called this morning, from the agency." Dr. Manning said taking a seat. "She said Gabby and Matt have offered to foster you."
I lay there in shock. When I spoke, I found myself skeptical. "Really?"
Dr. Manning nodded, "Why wouldn't they want to foster you?"
I shook my head, "Well, I'm not exactly normal."
"You don't have to be normal." Dr. Manning said and I shrugged. Don't get me wrong, I was definitely happy but part of me felt bad for kind of being like a burden.
"Well," Dr. Manning continued, "I'll be back to check on you." She then got up and left. Sighing, I laid down and took out the book Dr. Manning had brought me and started reading.
About five days later, Dr. Manning announced that I was stable enough to be discharged. Matt and Gabby both came to try and visit me a couple times but I told Dr. Manning no. I wasn't ready to see them yet. I wasn't sure how they would react. I wasn't sure how I would react.
Since the clothes I was wearing the day of the fire were sooty and not in any shape to be worn, Gabby came by and dropped off a pair of jeans and a sweater which I changed into the day I was being discharged.
"Are you ready?" Dr. Manning asked me as she walked into the room. I nodded and swung my feet over the bed and stood up. Dr. Manning held my hand as we walked out to the waiting area.
There they were, standing next to each other, holding hands just like how Dr. Manning and I were. As soon as I saw them, I broke down and ran into Gabby's open arms. She picked me up as I sobbed into her shoulder.
"Hey there munchkin." She whispered into my ear as I continued to cry. "Everybody's missed you so much."
I buried my head into her shoulder, not wanting to look up.
"Come on Gabby, let me see the girl." Matt joked and for some reason that made me think of James. I know Matt would never hurt me like James did but I clenched tighter onto Gabby.
I shook my head, "No, please don't hurt me." I whispered. Gabby heard me and set me back down on the ground.
"Nobody will ever hurt you again. Not while we're here." She said, looking at me in the eye.
I nodded, my brain knew that but it didn't stop me from panicking. Dr. Manning announced that I was free to go and we left the hospital. I got into Gabby's car we started out way back to their apartment.