~Brianna's pov~ (still in the hospital)
It had been about two and a half weeks since I woke up. I was sitting with all the boys in the mental ward. The doctors were decently nice and said I wasn't crazy and that I just needed mental help, but I wasn't so sure. I had been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder while I was there and they said feeling like you were crazy was one of the symptoms all though I was on medicine for it. With the medicine I was taking and the counseling I was feeling better every day. The guys also helped by cheering me up and making sure I was never alone. They brought cards from the nice side of their fans who were worried about me.
I could wear my own clothes since I was just in treatment and Jaime always brought me the perfect outfits and was nice enough to do my laundry. Whenever I was bored Jaime would bring two acoustic guitars and we would sing random songs together. While we were my counselor came in smiling.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"So the head doctor said you were doing pretty well so you can start outpatient treatment tomorrow," she seemed really happy. Not that she was getting rid of me, but she was happy for me. We had become close since she started talking to me. "They want to see how you do in a normal setting while still taking the medicine for your anxiety since you'll always have to take that."
I smiled and hugged Jaime, then her. I texted the guys that I could leave tomorrow since we had decided that I would stay with Jaime. The doctor briefed him on all he would have to do to make sure I was okay. Eating right, no panic attacks, no cutting, as little stress as possible.
I was just glad to be going home and didn't really care about the world right now.