The doctor released me early in the morning. My vitals were looking good and my wounds were almost completely healed. Mom and I were already packed up and ready to go. Brent met us outside the hospital and followed me into the backseat of the taxi. Mom sat in the front seat along with the driver.
The ride to the airport was not very long and it was quiet. I leaned into Brent's arms, enjoying his scent and gentle hold. I didn't ask him any questions about what happened or about what he was doing. I enjoyed the sliver of time we had together.
We arrived at the airport with lots of time to spare. As we pulled up to the check-in counter, Brent took our things out of the taxi and pulled them along the sidewalk for us. We checked-in for the flight, then my mom gave Brent a tight hug and expressed her thanks once again for all he had done for us. She walked off to the side to call my dad and give us some privacy.