Home sweet home!

We think what we want to think,

We say what we want to say,

We love who we want to love,

But does our heart and brain go with it?

©Oluwatoyosi

Precious POV

"Is there anything else you need?" Ethan asked me as he went to the door to get the wheelchair.

My legs were still wobbly, so I had to either use these or crutches. And to think that after a week, I would have been able to move properly.

"No, just want to get out of this place" I replied honestly.

I've had enough of the hospital smell and food. I wanted to go home and eat and just sleep on my comfortable bed. At least, we were leaving now.

"Okay then let's go" I nodded and moved myself to sit on the wheelchair but it was hard considering I couldn't walk properly.

Ethan came to my side and picked me up without a fuss and placed me in the wheelchair. I muttered thanks and a sigh of relief.

I was finally leaving this place. Ethan wheeled me to his car, and I remembered when Funke told me she wasn't going to pick me up cause