It has been two days since Emma woke up from her deep slumber, and Derek had never left her side; always with her, even stopping her by the door of the toilet. Sometimes he carried her; nobody knew why, but she limped sometimes. He didn't let her go to school too.
He had said that she was still feeble and weak for academic stuff, that she should rest more.
But today, she would be going home. And although she was happy to have spent enough time with her new friends, Eva included, and Derek; she still yearned for her the comfort of her own home, her own space.
"Emma.. you're ready?" Derek asked, walking into the room she had stayed in since she woke up in their infirmary.
"Yeah." She replied, standing up from the much bigger bed than the one at the infirmary.