"Take my hand and give me a reason to start again."
Aurora's POV:
The last few hours were filled with chatter and checks up with the nurses. After getting the clear of the doctor, I was allowed to leave but seeing as I was still in my hospital gown, it would be a better idea to change into something where not my whole ass is exposed.
Currently I am standing in the small bathroom that is attached to my hospital room, trying to get changed without irritating my arm much.
Thank god I packed my favorite grey sweatpants instead of skinny jeans. it would make everything a whole lot more complicated. Changing into my grey sweatpants and and oversized emerald T-shirt, I walk out of the bathroom barefoot because i can't bend down without hurting my rips more. Which means my brothers need to put my socks and shoes on.
It's still so weird calling them my brothers since they were complete strangers to me just a few hours ago. The thought about having people actually care for me, blood family to care for me, makes me dizzy.
My mind is telling me to be careful, to watch their every move. That I shouldn't trust them just now, or ever, while my heart and soul are telling me that I will be safe. That I will be happy again and that they won't harm me.
Looking in the small bathroom mirror, I feel half broken and half happy. Broken, because my skin shows all kind of wounds, scratches and bruises. Some of the abuse I lived with but thankfully they are covered by the ones from the car crash.
And happy because maybe this is the freedom I craved for. The freedom of doing what I love the most. Being able to breathe without feeling like I am being trapped, choked.
Slowly limping out of the bathroom I am greeted with an empty hospital room. Looking around the room to see if I have anything left to grab before I go, I see my cracked phone on the bedside-table. Grabbing it, I walk out the hospital room without even a glance back towards it. Kind of like a new start; leaving the past in the past kind of way, i guess.
Closing the door behind me careful I don't even have enough time to take step forward before I am engulfed into a tight embrace by my soul-brother, Miguel.
"I'm so glad you are okay. Who would be my wing-woman if you would have died?!" is what he cried into my neck.
I roll my eyes at his antics but smile nonetheless against his chest, "Lucky for you I am not ready to just die yet you ass."
He lets go but holds me on arms-length and looks at me in sorrow, "so, Miami bitch soon, huh..?"
And finally it registers into my mind what will happen now. The person who was the only person whom had my full trust, all my love, will be living hours away from me.
Tears are gathering in my eyes but I don't let them fall, "I-I don't want to leave if it means to leave you behind. I can't do this without you", my voice breaks disgustingly the more I speak but I don't care at all right now.
He smiles sadly at me; his own tears slowly streaming out his eyes, "They are your brothers. You always wished for brothers, nice brothers for that. This is your chance Aurora. Don't let me stop you. I can visit as often as possible, hm?"
I launch myself in his arms, not caring about my aching bones, and cry in his shirt.
We stand here for a few minutes before a throat clearing breaks us a part. Turning around, we are greeted with the sight of my brothers and Michael, Miguel's father.
Michael lays his hand on my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, "Good thing we are flying out with you then."
My face contours in confusion before voicing my question, "but what about your life here? The gym can't work without their boss."
"They will survive. The new manager will stay in contact with me while I lead the other Gym in Miami, which by the way, is a gym I own together with Lorenzo. Co-owner you could say."
I figure my shocked face doesn't go unnoticed by any of them as I hear their low chuckles. Glancing to my left, I look at Miguel who has the same shocked expression as me before happiness and joy overtakes his features in a matter of a few seconds.
"Does that mean what I think it does...?" my excitement is evident in my voice for everyone to notice.
Michael starts smiling heavily and wholeheartedly and that is the only answer I need. Making my way over to him, being careful of my injuries so that I won't get scolded, I give him a big fat hug which he immediatly returns.
Being led out of the Hospital, my brothers and I enter a black SUV while Michael and Miguel take their own car. I'm currently sitting in the middle of the backseats with Sandro to my left and Ricci to my right. The low hum of the song that plays in the radio and the warm the comfy leatherseats can I only describe as a tounge touch of the safety that I always craved.
Being that comfortable and warm may be a all day situation for others, but for me it is a privilege that I'm wouldn't change for the world, nor would I ever be not thankful for it.
With the feeling of safety and warms, I feel myself slowly but sureley lulling into a peaceful nap. Or it's just the morphin in my system. Whatever it is, I welcome it greatly.
I'm feeling myself being pulled in a hard chest. The odor of wood and strawberries are overhelming my senses with a calm feeling, heartbeat right at my right hear being not only felt but also reaches my ear is the final touch that my body was waiting for to finally let loose and fall asleep.