The initial recovery took a little while; a month or so to let my brain heal and to make sure nothing worse could happen. Afterward, I only needed to stay in the hospital long enough to put a splint on my healing leg and put a brace on my wrist. I was told not to do heavy lifting or anything else that could further injure my ribs, as they could naturally heal in about one more month. By the time I was freed to pack, I was overjoyed to be out of the bland room and into the more exciting outdoors. It was boring to stay there for so long without anything to do; at least that I enjoyed doing. My momma was kind enough to bring me my laptop, because it would be painful with my wrist under wraps to do much of anything else.

     When it came time for me to leave for Jasper, momma would then offer to help me pack. Then again, I couldn't do it myself. Luckily, I didn't have much to pack since I was living in a dorm. Most of my stuff was already packed away and in my old room in my Momma's home. We lived humbly, and I didn't have much but a few collectibles and things to hang in my room. Not to count for all my art books and journals. I drew and wrote when I wasn't racing or taking care of schoolwork. It was a nice pastime, but that would have to stop while I have my brace on. It's so hard to even hold a pencil with the thing on, and it's annoying when you sweat in it, as it makes you itchy, and it's near impossible to scratch that itch without the possibility of hurting yourself.

     I can't wait to be healed. It's so much nicer than suffering through an itchy leg or arm, as well as the need to write or draw suddenly hard to shake from my mind. I feel mean as well, having to boss my mother around with what I want packed with me and not. It's mostly clothes and a few art/notebooks. Momma looked distraught at the thought of 'her little girl going a few states away so suddenly, and because there might be someone going after her'. I can't say I blame her; it'll be hard for myself as well.

(Nurse Darby's POV)

     If only that poor girl knew the truth of what is going on. I truly fear for her safety. In all honesty, I was surprised how easily Mrs. (L/N) was able to take such a story, despite (Y/N)'s personality not having many tie-ins. She is much too kind to have someone on her tail about such deals. But once she heals, she has to know the truth of what ACTUALLY happened that day. It was an accident that didn't mean to happen, but they let it, through their rashness of action and their lack of thought beforehand.

     She leaves to come with me to Nevada in a few hours. Might as well get this whole 'moving' thing done and over with. My son already knows what happened. He and Fowler were the ones to suggest she stay with us, since I'm a nurse and can take care of her. I still find it strange how quickly they had her come with us; despite the fact she doesn't know about them yet. But I'm only here to follow orders in the end.

     I have to hide their presence for as long as I possibly can. I don't want to risk her sanity so quickly after her brain operations. Thus saying, I think I have to take 'the long way there' to avoid any suspicion. She has too many bags to really take a plane, so this many be the best bet we have at the moment to get here there as safe as we can. She may hate me for not telling her earlier, but I will risk that chance if it ensures her safety.

((Y/N's) POV)

     Despite my inability to help, it didn't take long for my momma to pack what all we needed to. She insisted that anything extra stay at her home, and I agreed. I have no clue how long I'll be staying in Nevada, so if in the end I stay until the end of the college year, I might as well have everything moved. I'm sure the college would like to use a new empty room.

     It was now about noon and I hear a car horn from outside the dorm complex. I look out the window to see a red van and a dark-haired woman waving at me. I sigh. 'This is it, isn't it?' I smile at my momma, who helped carry some of the stuff as we made our way outside to the van. The nurse, who insisted we call her June, had me sit in the front seat of her vehicle while she helped my momma with the last of the packing.

     I watch the two women talk and pack, and I notice that my momma was starting to look a bit more accepting of the matter. Seeing my momma this way gave me some form of relief and acceptance as well, but it still didn't help my anxiety. I'll just have to trust her and this 'Mr. Fowler's judgement with this whole situation. I just wished I had more of an explanation about why this all came down so quickly. Who would have such a vendetta against me? I wasn't even the fastest or best racer.

     Luckily, I didn't have to think much over the matter, because I saw my momma on the other side of the glass. I fumbled with the button to roll down the window, the slowness making me itch in anticipation. She looked longingly in, almost as if she were deep in thought. "Hey Hun. I want you to be safe out there." A solemn look in her eyes made me see just how much she'll miss me.

     "Hey, Momma. I'll only be a call away. Please don't think this will be forever. Alright?" I try to reassure her. She nods and takes my words to heart.

     "Call me once you can then, ok? Everyone here will miss you. Please stay safe-" I couldn't listen to her rant any longer before I shoved my upper body through the window to give her a much-needed hug.

     "I will, Momma. I promise, or at least I will try. You know I can't make promises I can't always keep." I have a place away to stay safe. Let's hope it stays safe...