Chapter 23

Going Home

After Ricky came to Amy's room she stopped crying. He always made her feel better. Anne took John from him and carried him out to the waiting room to wait for George and Ashley to show up. Both Amy and Ricky later found out that when he brought her in, she went into surgery to remove the part of her skull that had been fractured but it had gone perfectly fine.

Amy laid restless in the hospital bed as Ricky sat next to her when his phone rang.

"Hello," he answered it.

"Ricky," The familiar voice questioned. It was the person that he had talked to when he called the police the other day.

"Yeah," Ricky replied.

"We found your father and he's been put back in prison, we'll tell you if we have any more news." He had tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he squeezed Amy's hand tighter, she only looked at him with anxiousness written all over her face.

"Thank you," He said and hung up. Ricky turned towards Amy and old her the great news.

"They got Bob, they put him back in prison." Ricky smiled at Amy and started crying. They stayed there wallowing in their tears of joy.

A little while later Anne walked in the room followed by Ashley and she stood over Ricky and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, almost being hit in the face with her growing stomach. Amy let out a little laugh when she saw this, though Amy didn't like the fact that her mom was pregnant by a man she's only known for a few weeks she's gotten used to it.

"Hi mom," Amy smiled looking at Ashley and then back at her mom. "What's the matter?" She asked. Something was up, she thought, her mom was smiling and Ashley was, well being Ashley. Ricky was still looking up at Anne who was about to answer when George walked in the room. She looked back at him and frowned, but quickly turned around and began to grin again.

"Oh Amy, the doctor just said that you can go home tomorrow if everything goes okay." She about lost control holding it in.

"Really!" Amy yelled perking up, excited that she was getting to go home and get out of these uncomfortable hospital clothes and sleep in her own bed.

"Yeah, he said that you were healing miraculously!" Anne squealed. Everyone in the room was smiling, even baby John was wide awake in his mommy's arms. "So you just lay back and get some rest before you can go home tomorrow."

Amy feel asleep and didn't wake until the next morning. She opened her eyes to see Ricky asleep on the couch that he had asked them to bring in with John in his arms, and she could see Anne's shadow standing right outside of her door talking to someone, she couldn't make out the other voice but she figured it was David. Amy stretched her arms out and repositioned herself on the bed, which was beginning to become awfully uncomfortable. Anne walked into the room with a frown on her face but immediately light up after she saw that Amy was awake.

"Hi Amy," Anne said as David followed her into the room. "Amy you remember David."

"Yeah, unfortunately," Amy mumbled under her breath, looking away trying to hide the expression that came upon her face.

"What was that honey?" Anne asked giving her a strict look.

"Hello Amy," David said, reaching his hand out to shake hers. The bandages were still on her wrists but she was now able to move. Amy stuck her hand out trying to act polite, yet she gave him a fake smile. Just then they heard Ricky rustle on the couch and everyone looked over at him.

"Good morning Ricky." Amy said, cheering up tremendously.

"Hi," he sat up as John opened his eyes, before asking, "So can Amy come home today?"

"We hope so, I'll go get the doctor and tell him that you're awake." Anne walked out of the room leaving a very nervous David.

"I'll give you two some space." He said backing up out of the room, our eyes following him.

Ricky got up and walked over to Amy giving her a light kiss on the lips. "How do you feel today?" He asked as he handed John to her and pulled a chair for himself up next to her bed.

"A little better, but I'm still really tired and sore." Amy replied tickling John on his chin, he smiled and that made her laugh. He was beginning to take on more of Ricky's features, dark brown hair was starting to grow in on the top of his head and his eyes looked darker, if that was even possible.

"I'm really sorry," Ricky said taking Amy's free hand in his.

"Ricky, would you stop saying that you're sorry, I don't want you to ask for my forgiveness for the rest of your life. It wasn't your fault." She stated, crinkling her nose and squeezing her eyes shut. "Man John, can you get me a diaper and wipes out of his bag."

"Yeah sure," He let go of her and so he could get up and fetch the diaper bag. Ricky handed her a clean diaper and wipes, then returned to the hospital chair. After Amy had changed John, Anne walked in, her baby bump leading her, with the doctor close behind.

"So Amy," the doctor started, moving the clipboard down from his face. "Are you ready to go home today?" Both Amy and Ricky sat up straight when he asked this, waiting to see if she could.

"Yes, definitely!" She responded.

"Well everything seems to be fine, you don't have a fever anymore and you're getting around easily. You should be able to leave this morning."

"Really, thank you so much." She exclaimed.

"I'll just have the nurses fill out your disclaimer and you'll be able to go home." He said with a smile on his face. Then he discreetly left the room.

"Do you want me to start loading the car up?" Ricky asked Amy.

"Yeah sure, I can take care of John for a while." Amy said. Ricky handed her the diaper bag incase John started to cry and then he picked up the few bags that Amy's mom and dad brought for them. There were also a few 'get well' balloons and cards that he put in the car.

Ricky came back in when Anne and David left to go see what was talking so long. Soon a nurse walked in and told them that she could go home now. Even though Amy was pretty sure she could walk out of the hospital they still insisted that she used a wheelchair, like all of their other patients. Amy handed John to Ricky and he slung the diaper bag over his shoulder. Amy carefully moved her legs to dangle over the side of the bed and paused before standing up. She still felt weak and came-across fragile. Amy stood up and gently sat down in the wheel chair that the nurse had propped up for her. When she was wheeled out past the waiting room, Anne, David, George, and Ashley were all standing there carrying their bags ready to go home.

"Hey Ames," George said as he walked out beside her. Ricky was cradling John in his arms, as David placed his hand around Anne's waist.

"Ugh, Ugh," Ashley coughed, attempting to break apart her mom and David, but Anne only glared back at her with a stern face. When they got outside, Ricky went to pull the car up while Amy waited at the entrance for him to pull around. Everyone else waited with Amy until the very last minute, then they would say goodbye. Finally after Ricky buckled both John and himself in, he pulled around to the front. He ran over and opened the door for Amy, while she shakily stood up from the wheelchair. Ricky helped her into the front seat and buckle up.

"Bye,"

"Good Bye,"

"Bye Amy,"

Everyone said bye to Amy before Ricky shut the door and moved around to the driver side. They all waved to them as he started the car up and pulled out of the parking lot. Amy looked back out the rear view mirror taking one last glimpse of the hospital she left behind.