Two weeks had passed, and Nick finally agreed to discharge me, I could now walk on my own across the entire length of the therapy room without being worn out to the point my legs gave out beneath me. My back hurt with every step I took, but Nick reassured me it was only because I had to rebuild my muscles and once, I did everything would be okay.
Boarding the plane that day with my arm in moms, I was surprised to see Nick join us with his suitcase in his hand. "Where are you going?" I asked as we stepped in the aisle of the plane.
"With you of course, did you think I was going to let my favorite patient walk away without being a hundred percent." He winked taking a seat next to mom and me.
I looked at mom and she was smiling like the Cheshire cat, "Mom you knew
