Never come back.

Never come back, the nurses told Jane as she left her in the lobby. They both knew what it meant. Goodbyes are awkward for Jane, what can you really say anyways. She was grateful that her nurse had a since of humor, and kindness that lifted the mood. Laughter was the best medicine after all. She was grateful that she tried to make a connection. Many of the others nurses came in and did their job and left, leaving her feeling more lonely, then before they interned the room. She was glad that she walked her out. Jane felt herself heal from the inside as she left her new friend behind.

Jane's mother and sister where waiting to meet her. Their faces lit up the lobby in a way that a family member only can. The nurse watched as they walked out the front doors of the hospital. She had delivered her to her family. All she could do is go back to her duties. Another person walked out those doors and that was the best part of her job. This is what she signed up for. All the sad stories made moments like this a shimmer of hope. Jane was going to be fine. The nurse knew a simple truth in herself, that she was going to sleep in peace tonight. Unlike those sad days where sleep seamed to escape her.

Jane was welcomed by her mother, sister and a bright orange jacket. Fawn was priceless and Jane took it with a smile on her face. She never loved the color orange as much as she did in that moment. There was nothing better then family and freedom, after you had been locked up for five long days. Knowing Fawn there would be a playlist and lunch already planned. Jane didn't mind it a bit. Jane was her prisoner and she was glad.

Hope her mom was there too, and all her little things made her feel safe. A sight of her face made her feel a little better instantly. She was quickly ushered to the car and was buckled in and tucked in. She was covered in a blanket and surrounded in a plethora of pillows. She loved that her mom always had a home quilted blanked with her. She had one in every car and today was no exception.

Soon the car was filled with music and laughter. Lunch was ordered and delivered to her in the back seat without even being asked. This was something, that a mother just knows how to do better then you can do yourself. In honesty it tastes better because they always add their secret ingredient of love. It was going to be a long drive home and they set off, just the three of them. They had a bit of a drive in front of them. This made her want to cry a little, to know that her parents traveled so far everyday to see her.

Jane knew that her parents had worked half days and drove late into the night to come back the next day. They must have spent twice as long as driving as they did visiting with her. A couple one of them they stayed at a hotel nearby and would visit her in the morning before heading home. If they didn't visit her they would video call her, they always said the same thing. Even though Jane spent a lot time alone she was moved by her parents devotion.

The talk in the car turned to fawn and her new dog. They laughed at fawn for complaining about feelings like a parent. Mom chimed in with a comeback of her own, saying the dog was left home alone. What kind of mother leaves her baby in a Kennel. Jane loved listening to her talk like her new responsibility. How it has changed her life, and what a mess he would make. The drive soothed Jane to sleep despite fawns constant attention and conversation. She was drained and she was still healing, more then even Jane could even imagine.

Soon the river called to her again. This time it went dark and their where monsters on the bridge. This dream triggered a dream from the past and it looped over itself. Over and over only panic a fear remained.

Jane!!!! Jane!!!! Jane!!!!

Her body was being shaken until she finally opened her eyes. What where you dreaming? The strength of question startled her. Her mother never talked like that unless something was wrong or she was worried. She knew that look on her mother face. The creek and some scary shadows. She responded confused and disoriented. Now it wasn't the shadows that scared her it was her mother's face. It seamed to tell a story that she didn't want to know.