A/N: Thanks for all your support on Beautiful Soul. I really appreciate it. I know Troy's explanation in this chapter sounds a bit weird but it needed to fit in my plot, so yeah. Also, in the story it's now summer vacation.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot.

2 weeks later

When I opened my eyes I saw my parents sitting next to me, a small smile on their face. I sat up a bit as the pain got less in the last two weeks and smiled back at them. I was now allowed to have more visitors and not only my parents. A few friends of mine came by every now and then and it always put a smile on my face.

Also in the last two weeks the police started a case on the two guys who stabbed me. They were Jake and Ed, the ones who attacked my friend and me last year. Nothing happened as we could scream for help and the neighbors appeared, but it still scared us.

The doctor, of which I now know his name is Troy Bolton, walked in with his clipboard as usual, and sat down on my bed next to me. "I have news", he said as he looked at me and my parents, "you're able to go home tomorrow." I smiled at my parents, happy that I finally could go home. He spoke up again: "But, you're not allowed to walk, you're supposed to spend most of the time in bed and when not in a wheelchair. I suggest you sleep in a bed downstairs and well, stay in bed for at least another 2 weeks until we check you up again. Is that possible?"

My parents looked at me and then at each other. We lived in an apartment with two levels for us but it didn't have an elevator until floor three and we lived on floor two. There was no way the bed would fit anywhere else but my bedroom and my parents worked a lot so I'm left alone the whole time.

I bit my lip as my parents looked back at the doctor. My dad explained why It isn't possible before my mom spoke up: "Isn't it possible for her to stay here?" "No, I'm afraid not. We need this room for someone else, but I do have an idea. I'll be right back," Troy said before he left in a hurry.

My parents looked at me. "We're sorry sweetie", my dad said as he stroked my hair. I smiled a small smile at him. "It's OK, it isn't you guys' fault," I answered just as the Troy entered the room again smiling. He sat down next to me.

"Well, my idea is that she moves in with me. I live in an apartment on the ground floor, so no steps. It's a big apartment ,but only 1 level, that I share with my friend who's currently in a wheelchair because of an accident, he can start walking again in a week, so everything is made for someone In a wheelchair. Because you're my patient I'm allowed to stay with you instead of going to work so you won't be left alone. How does that sound?" he asked me and my parents.

My parents looked at each other and then at me. I nodded knowing no other option then moving in with him for 2 weeks.

Troy spoke up again: "Of course if you're OK with it too Gabriella." I looked at him. Over the past two weeks, we talked a lot more. About Jake and Ed, but also about my life before the accident. So I trusted him enough to live with him. "I'm fine with it, you seem really nice," I reassured him.

I looked at my parents again, only to see them coming to a conclusion. My mom was the first one to speak up: "We're fine with it, we don't see any other option." "Great," Troy said smiling, "so tomorrow evening you'll leave with me."

The next day in the evening

After my parents helped me into my pajama's , which I would be spending the most of the time in, Troy came in now dressed in his normal clothes with a wheelchair. "I got your wheelchair," he said when he wheeled the wheelchair over to me before helping me into it.

Once I was settled, and that took about 5 minutes, my mom and dad both kissed me on my forehead. "You're always allowed to come see her, the door is always open," Troy said smiling at them. They both nodded before we all walked out to Troy's car.

They put my suitcase in the car before getting me settled in there. We said goodbye and Troy drove off.

At Troy's apartment

Troy wheeled me through his apartment, giving me a short tour, before stopping in his bedroom. "I hope it's OK that your bed is in my room?" he asked me turning the lights on in the room. "It's fine, I'll be more of a bother to you," I reassured him. He smiled before responding: "I don't mind, besides, it's what I chose to do and I like it."

I looked around the room before I started to feel pains coming up. I put my hand on my side, where most of my cuts were, and massaged it lightly. Troy noticed and spoke up: "I think it's time for you to go lay down." I nodded when he wheeled me over to my bed, right next to his. He helped me into the bed which again took about 5 minutes.

"Have you eaten?" he asked me putting the wheelchair next to the bed that would be mine for the next two weeks. "Yes, at the hospital," I answered him before relaxing into the warmth of the bed. "OK, I see you're tired I'll let you sleep. I'll get in in a few hours," he said before he started to walk out. I nodded before closing my eyes letting sleep take over.