Phoebe

It has been such a long week; it went by extremely slow. But luckily, I am in my own clothes, and I'm not hooked up to any monitors or IV's.

I am now waiting for the Nurse to come back with discharge papers. She keeps coming into the room, asking me a bunch of questions. Asking me how I feel, checking my vitals, and she drew so much blood, I believe she is storing it away in a freezer.

Noah is currently sitting at the end of my bed, clicking his pen. He is explaining for the 100th time that "it's the protocol for every patient who had surgery and is about to be discharged." I zone back out just thinking about how excited I am to leave this place and go back to work!

Noah has been with me through the whole recovery process- I'm incredibly grateful.

Noah started leaving to go home and sleep in his own bed a few days ago. He said he needed to get everything ready for me. I still can't believe I am moving in with him. Yep, I said it. I am moving into his apartment- Just until they find Jay...

"Phoebe?" Noah brings me out of my thoughts, making me look into his intense brown eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He looks at me questionably. I don't say anything, just shake my head.

"You are thinking about him, aren't you?" He asks, but before I can answer him, the Nurse comes back with a clipboard.

"I got your discharge papers, just need a signature." She says with a big smile on her face, making me excited. She hands me the clipboard and a pen, showing me where to sign. "You're free. Just let me call up a wheelchair-"

"I'm good. Thank you." I give her a small smile, getting up from the bed. Noah sighs, sitting up as well nodding at the Nurse to leave. "I just want to leave this place," I whisper, standing up and grabbing the bag that Noah brought me a few days ago.

"I want you to use a wheelchair but-"

"Everyone here kept telling me to rest and all I want to do is walk, Noah." I interrupt him, and he nods his head. I walk to the door looking behind me just making sure I'm not leaving anything behind. Noah follows behind me holding onto my bag of things.

"We will get your prescription on the way home." He clears his throat, as we walk through the halls towards the elevators. I nod my head, pressing the elevator button. I look up and notice a bunch of nurses looking this way, hiding their mouths as they speak. Either they know who I am, who I am related to, or they are talking about the six-foot-two man standing close behind me. But honestly, I could care less, I just want to leave and go back to work.

The elevator doors open and a bunch of people wearing scrubs exit going separate ways. Noah and I enter the elevator, and he presses the ground floor. The doors close after a few more people in scrubs come in after us.

"Doctor McGuire?" A female asks, stepping in front of us.

"Doctor Wilson. It's nice to see you." I look away, moving my arm over my stomach, grabbing onto my elbow. I feel very awkward all of a sudden...

"Is this-"

"This is Phoebe Marshall." I look up and give her a small smile, not showing my teeth. "Phoebe, this is Doctor Olivia Wilson. She assisted me in your surgery." He looks down at me. What does he want me to do, thank her? Shake her hand?

"It's nice to meet you," I say, giving her my free hand and she accepts it, shaking it. We both let go at the same time and her eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Are you Elizabeth Marshall's daughter?" She asks, quite loudly drawing looks from other people in the elevator. The doors ding open and we all exit.

"That's me." I give her a fake smile now, not wanting to talk about my mother's acting career.

"It is so nice to meet you! I'm shocked your mother isn't here. Does she know-"

I stop her, holding my hand up. "It's nice to meet you too, but my-" I stop seeing people with their phones put pointed towards me, "But I need to go home and rest. Thank you again." I give her a fake smile as Noah grabs my upper arm, walking toward the exit.

I hate being known as a daughter to an actress. Even when my stories get recognised by news channels, they call me Not,

Ever since I came to America, I have had people taking photographs of me and videos on all social media outlets. Its not like it's any different back home in Sydney, but somehow it's worse here. If I were to look up my sisters, I only see photographs of them taking walks and walking the dog, Oscar. And occasionally, I see them riding their bikes or at the mall with their friends...

As we walk to the garage, I hide my face from the road and Noah keeps his hands on my lower back, guiding me. When we get into the garage, I take my hand away from my face, and Noah still has his hand on my lower back. We stop in front of his 1970's truck. He guides me into the passenger seat, setting my bag on my lap. He goes around the front of the car and gets into the driver's side, starting the engine.

We are driving through the afternoon traffic, and I stare outside the window looking up at the skyscrapers. Noah stops at a pharmacy to pick up my prescription, and when he gets back into the truck, he doesn't try to talk to me. As we enter our street, I look at Noah watching as he focuses hard on the road ahead of him. He is so attractive-

My thoughts stop when the car comes to a halt. I look out the window to see the tall orange and white building. Sadly, I remember the last time I was in here. I look down, closing my eyes as Noah gets out of the truck and opens the passenger side door.

"Are you okay?" Noah asks, grabbing onto my wrist. I flinch, looking directly into his dark brown eyes.

I take in a deep breath, nodding my head and stepping out of the car. Noah grabs the bag out of my hand as we head across the street and into the apartment building.

We get off the elevator, and we walk a few doors down and stand in front of his door. I have so many emotions going through me at once, sadness, anger and mostly anxiety... Noah opens up the door, and the smell of cleanliness welcomes me. His apartment is like a representation of his work life.

"So I got a bed delivered and put into the guest bedroom." He walks down the hallway and leads me to a room. It just has a bed, a side table, a dresser, and a chair placed in the corner of the room. I look over and see Noah putting the bag on the chair by the window. He walks back to the door, and he clears his throat.

"Well, I should let you get situated." Noah starts closing the door, "I will let you know when dinner is made." He smiles, closing the door behind him. Finally, I'm alone.

I look around the room and stare at the bed. I have never actually slept in bed... I know I was in a hospital bed for a week, but that doesn't count. I was forced to stay in it until Noah started making me walk around the room. Then I had to start walking up and down the hallway.

I put my prescriptions on the bedside table and put the dirty clothes into my laundry basket near the closet door. I painfully plug in my phone charger and put my cellphone on it. I was on it all night since I was anxious to come home.

I groan a bit as I sit down and wait for my phone to turn on. I look around the room, and I take in the fact that this is the only thing I have left from my apartment...

As I am zoning out thinking about the horrific sight waiting for me in my apartment. I hear my phone turn on, so many notifications pop up. I go to my voicemails, and most of them are from my mom and sisters.

I scroll up to the first couple of voicemails from this morning, and it's from my coworkers saying a bunch of people just quit and asking when I am coming back. Then I go to the voicemails from this afternoon from my family, and it's asking why I was exiting the hospital, if I was okay, who is the man following behind me.

Oh no...

As I am listening to the voicemails one after the other. My phone starts to ring, the screen reading Mom.

"Phoebe Elizabeth! Why were you in the hospital? Are you okay? What happened? Why didn't you call me? I am still your mother! You should have called me! I will leave on a plane right now!"

"Mom! I am fine." I yell, making her shut up. "I only went in for a checkup, and not as you care- I am perfectly healthy!" I sigh, shaking my head.

"A Checkup? Seriously, Phoebe." She scoffs, "You could have gone to a private clinic with this thing called 'privacy.'" I roll my eyes, wanting to end this conversation.

"Hospitals are fine," I say, monotoned. "Again, I am fine. I really-"

"Who was that man around your shoulder, Phoebe?" She asks the million-dollar question... "If you are dating someone, I shouldn't be finding out from social media."

"He-" I stop, clearing my throat, 'he saved my life,' I wanted to say, but instead I say, "I have to go; work is so busy."

"Phoebe-" She responds, getting quiet.

"I need to go. Bye, mom." I hang up, putting my phone on the side table.

I let out a sigh, closing my eyes listening to the millions of notifications, but through the annoying sound, I hear a soft knock at the door, and my eyes fly towards it. The door opens slowly, and Noah's beautiful brown eyes greet me.

"Dinner is ready." He smiles, staring into my eyes. Every single time he looks at me, I feel this strange sensation flow through me.

"I'll be right out." I smile back at him, making him nod his head and leaving the door cracked.

This is going to be awkward...

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Hi! Hello! This chapter was mostly about Phoebe leaving the Hospital and Phoebe moving in with Noah. This shall get interesting... Also, you get to see how hectic Phoebe's life truly is. She is always in the spotlight and her life is always being picked apart. Even by her mom.

Questions:

1. How do you think they will cope with living together?

2. What do you think of her mom?

3. Also, who caught the Vampire reference? Haha. Well, I thought it was funny...

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- Anna