"Okay, Penny," the doctor said and walked over to me. She clicked a few buttons on the monitor and read the report. "Everything looks normal now. You all set to get out of here?"
"Absolutely."
I gritted my teeth as she pulled the IV out of my hand. She placed a bandage over the small hole.
"Take it easy, okay." She handed me some forms to fill out. "Release forms."
I quickly signed my name and handed the clipboard back to her.
"Nice meeting all of you." She smiled at James.
Back off.
She walked out of the room. My mom and dad were discussing something. James walked up to me and handed me my clothes. I slid off the bed, making sure to hold the back of my gown shut.
"I want to come back with you," I whispered.
"I'll see what I can do." He winked at me.
I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom. I glanced in the mirror as I untied the hospital gown. My hair was a disaster and my face was greasy. I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail and splashed water on my face.
When I finished getting dressed, I walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed my envelope and cell phone off the nightstand and shoved them into my jacket pocket.
Professor Hunter walked over to me. "If you want to come back with me, you can." He put his hand on my cheek. "Whatever you want to do."
I nodded and went over to my parents. "Is it okay if I go back with him, Dad?"
"As long as you promise to take it easy, Pen." My dad leaned down and hugged me. "Don't worry us like that again."
"I'm sorry, Dad."
"Call us once in a while, okay?"
I laughed. "I will. I love you."
"I love you too."
When he let go, it was my mom's turn to hug me.
"Don't forget what I told you, Penny," my mom said. "And when big things happen, call us. No more surprise boyfriends." She laughed. "I love you, sweetie."
"I love you too, Mom." It had been so nice to see them.
"Maybe we can come down sometime again soon and take you two out to dinner. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Sounds wonderful," James said. "It was really nice meeting you, Mrs. Taylor." He put his hand out.
"Don't be ridiculous." My mom hugged him. James patted her back a little awkwardly.
"And Mr. Taylor." He put his hand out to my dad and my dad shook it without hesitation this time.
"Just because the Eagles season didn't start out well doesn't mean they won't beat the Giants," my dad said.
James laughed. "We'll see."
My parents waved to me and walked out of the room.
I went over to James and clasped my hands behind his neck. "You seem to have won over my dad."