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A/N: I feel so loved that you all love my story! Well, that chapter was fun here's chapter nine! Yes, Sharpay, Ryan, Zeke, Jason and Kelsi are in this chapter. So are Taylor and Chad. And obviously Troy and Gabriella. There are only two more chapters after this!
Anyway, here's chapter nine!
Enjoy!
Troy sat on the edge of his hospital bed, dressed in sweats. His parents were in the hallway talking to Dr. Andrews. Troy was waiting impatiently for the doctor to finish his discharge papers so he could finally go home.
Sighing, Troy adjusted his broken arm, trying to make the sling more comfortable. He let his feet dangle over the edge of the bed, his untied shoelaces scraping the floor.
Suddenly, the door opened, interrupting his thoughts.
"Ready to go home?" Dr. Andrews asked, leading his parents into the room.
Troy nodded, and Dr. Andrews smiled, pulling her stethoscope from her neck as she walked over to the bed. She placed it against Troy's chest underneath his tee-shirt.
"Deep breath," she instructed, listening intently. The action was repeated twice more, before Dr. Andrews put the stethoscope back on her neck, nodding with satisfaction.
"Everything looks good," she told him, looking at Troy's chart. "I'm going to take your IV out now." She opened a drawer behind her, rummaging in it and pulling out a small band-aid. She pulled up the tape holding the needle down.
"This is probably going to hurt," she warned, gently pulling the needle from Troy's skin. A small trickle of blood began to run down his arm, but Dr. Andrews quickly stopped it by placing the band-aid over the puncture.
"C-can I g-g-o h-home n-now?"
Dr. Andrews nodded, smiling. "I'll just have a nurse bring in a wheelchair, and we're just about set." She walked out of the room, leaving Troy alone with his parents for a moment. Kellie walked over to Troy, brushing his hair back and kissing his forehead.
Dr. Andrews came back, followed by a petite blonde nurse pushing a wheelchair. The doctor held a small packet of papers in her hand, which she gave to Troy's father.
"Discharge papers. All of his after care instructions are there, along with a prescription for Vicodin, a painkiller. Now, I have to warn you that Vicodin is a powerful drug, and can become highly addictive, which is why you should only take it if the pain is excruciating. Tylenol or Advil will work fine for the rest of the time."
She looked at Troy as she said this, clearly trying to get her message across to him. "Now, you'll have to attend physical therapy sessions three times a week to work on regaining strength in your leg. You'll have to come in to my office for weekly appointments, during which we'll work on the amnesia and the stutter. The cast on your arm comes off in eight weeks, but we can discuss that later on. Do you need me to repeat anything?"
Troy shook his head, as did his parents.
"Great! Let's get you home." Dr. Andrews and the nurse helped Troy into the wheelchair, his mother resting her hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you to the parking lot."
The group left the room, Jack and Kellie walking slightly behind the nurse, who was pushing Troy in the wheelchair. Several minutes later, they reached the parking lot. Dr. Andrews turned to Troy.
"Take care of yourself, okay? I'll see you next week."
"T-thank-k y-you," Troy told her, shaking her hand.
"You're welcome," Dr. Andrews replied, smiling broadly at Troy.
"Thank you so much for everything," Jack said, gripping the doctor's hand in his.
"No problem. Just doing my job," Dr. Andrews said, also shaking Mrs. Bolton's hand.
"B-bye," Troy said, waving at the doctor as they walked to his parents' car.
"Bye." Dr. Andrews waved back, before turning on her heel and walking back into the hospital.
They pulled up in front of the Bolton's house, and Troy's father put the car in park, opening his door and running around the car to help Troy out. His mother did the same, and they walked to the house together.
They reached the door, which was pulled open before any of them got close to the handle.
"Welcome home!"
A crowd of people stood in the entrance hall of the Bolton's home, holding banners and balloons.
"W-what?" Troy looked around at his friends, confused. Sharpay and Zeke were standing with their arms around each other, as were Kelsi and Jason. Gabriella noticed Troy's confusion, and walked over to him.
"Come into the living room, and we'll fill you in," she told him, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. Troy's parents followed, then went into the kitchen, leaving Troy to talk to his friends.
""W-what's g-going on?" Troy asked apprehensively, looking around at his friends. "W-why is Sh-sharpay in my h-house?"
She laughed lightly, wrapping her arm tighter around Zeke's shoulders. "We're dating," she said, as Zeke nodded.
"Wh-what?"
"When you and Gabriella were in the musical, we became friends," she told him, looking at her twin, who was sitting opposite. Ryan nodded.
"I asked Kelsi out," Jason added, looking at the composer.
"And now we all hang out," Ryan finished, and they all looked at Troy, who was staring with his mouth open.
"Here, I baked you a get-well cake," Zeke said, handing it to Troy. The words "Get Well Soon, Troy" were written in red icing on top of the vanilla cake.
"Th-thanks. W-wait you b-bake?" Troy said, looking at the cake. A laugh went around the room.
"Long story," Chad said, laughing at Troy's expression.
"We're so glad you're alright," Sharpay said, hugging him quickly. Troy looked horrified, but tentatively hugged her back.
"We just wanted to tell you that we're all going to help you," Ryan said, handing Troy a book.
"It's a scrapbook," Kelsi said. Troy looked at the cover, which had a picture of the basketball team, the decathlon team, and the musical cast standing together in front of the school.
"We put it together for you," Taylor added, reaching over to open it for Troy.
"It's pictures of the last few years," Jason said, as Troy slowly flipped the pages.
"We hope it helps you remember," Gabriella said, watching Troy's face. His eyes filled up with tears, and he smiled.
"Th-thanks, g-guys," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.
Troy sat on his bed, flipping through the scrapbook. A soft knock at his door interrupted his thoughts, and he shut the book.
"C-come in."
His mom stuck her head in.
"We're about to have dinner. Are you hungry?"
Troy shook his head. "N-not r-really."
"Are you okay sweetie?" Kellie walked over to the bed, sitting next to Troy and brushing his hair from his forehead in a motherly gesture.
"M-mom th-there's s-so much I d-don't r-remember. Wh-what if I n-never rememb-ber?"
"Oh, sweetie, you just have to believe in yourself. I know you can do it."
Tears started to slide down Troy's face, and he buried his face in his mom's shirt.
"I-I f-feel s-so st-stupid," he sobbed, wrapping his arms around her in hug.
"Baby, you're not stupid," Kellie said, her heart breaking for her son. "You're not stupid at all."
"So, is Troy coming back to school?" Chad asked Gabriella the next day at lunch.
She shrugged. "I doubt it. He's so far behind."
"It just feels so weird without him," Taylor said, opening a bag of potato chips.
"I know," Gabriella sighed, resting her head on her hand.
"If Troy's not coming back, why is he standing at the door?"
The group turned almost simultaneously. Troy was standing at the door to the cafeteria, looking lost.
"Troy!" Gabriella called, catching his attention. She waved him over. He limped over.
"H-hey g-guys."
"What are you doing here?" Chad asked, moving his chair over to let Troy sit.
"My d-dad w-wanted me t-to empt-ty m-my lock-ker."
"You're not coming back to school?"
Troy shook his head.
"Do you want me to help you?" Gabriella asked, standing up.
Troy nodded.
"We'll see you guys later," she said, leading Troy into the hall.
"I-I d-don't kn-know where I'm g-going," he confessed, turning to her.
"It's fine, I know you combination."
They walked in silence to Troy's locker, and Gabriella quickly spun the numbers, opening the door.
"So, how are you going to catch up in school?" Gabriella asked, watching as Troy began to empty his books into a bag.
He shrugged. "T-tutor, I g-guess."
"Oh. I could help you," she said, reaching in to help him.
"Th-thanks."
"Listen, Troy, I know you don't remember me. But I was wondering, could you come over later today? There's something I want to show you."
A/N: Yay, chapter nine! I hope you all liked it! Reviews greatly appreciated!
Coming in chapter 10: What does Gabi want to show him? Will Troy remember anything? More of the rest of the gang!
Only two more chapters to go!