How did I get here?

Over the course of the last year, Reed Johnson's life has made some interesting twists and turns, and sadly, very few of them were for the better. Now, to get her away from the scenes that provoked her post-traumatic stress, her father has chosen to move the family back home to Nazareth in Pennsylvania.
Both old and new friends quickly start to make an impact on her life, and pretty soon, Reed is caught up in a web of drama while dealing with a lot of stuff herself. With an already fragile mental health, who knows how she'll end up?

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22. Recovery

David was stroking my hair when I woke up. He was looking down at my face his eyes full of concern. "What happened?" I asked. He immediately understood my question and answered

"Alex was walking by the studio to talk to you. He saw you bleeding on the ground with some guy standing over you. Ben I guess. When he called your name he dissapperared and he picked you up and carried you to the hospital. Did you know that the hospital is two kilometers away from the studio? He got you taken care of and he never left your hospital room. Not once. He and Tim had quite the brawl over that."

"How long was I out?" "Two days. You scared us shitless. Ben really slashed your side bad." "He stayed there for two days?" I whispered. "They both did." He said and stood up. "Get some rest. Take it slow today. Just go paint or something ok?" I nodded in an answer and he left the room. I went to my atelier and started sketching a motive of dried flowers. Uncreative I know but pretty nonetheless. When I was satisfied I converted it to the canvas and started started adding color.

When my neck needed a break I looked out the window to see a police car. I had already seen it once and I started to wonder about it but then realized that it was probably here for my safety since Ben was still loose. Daddy probably had them circling the block round the clock. My shoulders relaxed letting go of tension I hadn't even known I was carrying. I continued painting but eventually the paint needed to dry before I could add another layer so I headed downstairs for the kitchen. I had yet to eat normal non-hospital food since I had gotten home.

Tim was in there making a sanwich. He turned when he heard me come in. "Hey. I was just about to bring this up for you." "Thanks" "No problem he said. I walked over and gave him a quick peck on the lips before snatching the sanwich from him. I took a bite and couldn't help myself from mumbling with my mouth full "Oh my God! This is the best sanwich ever! What on earth did you put in it?" "That is for me to know and you to find out." He teased and I whacked his arm playfully. We went into the living room and we ended up spending the day on the couch watching movies. I fell asleep in Tim's arms and once again I forgot to call Alex...

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