The Final Months

Going Home

"Well sir, your fiancé seems to have no permanent brain damage that we can see here," the doctor looked over the images in front of them on the backlit display. Bosco looked them over not knowing what to make of all the different shades of blue.

"Is there anything you can't see, anything that could show up later?" Bosco stared at the image. The doctor chuckled to himself.

"No, no, everything is in order, just some minor head trauma, a concussion, which is receding nicely.

"So I can take her home soon?"

"I'm sure you'll be able to take her home later today."

"That's great doc, thank you," Bosco shook his hand and left the room with the doctor to meet Maia in her room.

In the room, Maia lay quietly in the bed. Bosco walked over to her and sat beside her on the edge of the bed.

"Hey baby," he took her hand in his.

"Ms. Danforth, your test results all look very good. As soon as you're ready, your fiancé can get your meds together and sign you out." The doctor smiled when Maia looked up.

"I want to go home Maurice," she looked up at him, "take me home." Bosco smiled at her nodding.

"We're gonna go home baby, all three of us are going home."

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