It's been a month since I was admitted to the psych ward in Cancun, Mexico. I'm almost 2 months pregnant. When I woke up this morning, they told me I was ready to be released.

"Is there someone who can pick you up?" Devin, the orderly shift has been working with me since I arrived, asks.

"Yes, call Elijah. His number is in my cell under E with a heart next to it," I say, getting up off my bed.

"I'll be back, do I tell him about the baby?" He asks, looking at me.

I nod, "Yes you can," I say breathing deeply to try to push the morning sickness away.

"I'll be back, change into the clothes on your desk," Devin says before leaving the room.

I go change, as I'm finishing Devin appear back.

"He's on his way now, he seems pretty upset," Devin says.

"Because I've been MIA for a month, in Mexico of all places, he probably thought I died somewhere," I say, packing up my desk.

"True, I would freak if you were mine and dropped off the face of the earth for a month," Devin says.

"Yeah," I say back.

"Let's go," Devin says smiling at me.

I force a smile back, grab my stuff and taking one last look at the room I've spent the last month in. We exit the room, I follow him down the hallway, holding my stuff tightly.

I was nervous, I've had no outside contact since I arrived here. As we approach the doors to the main hospital, I spotted Elijah and I immediately started to tear up.

He looked up and our eyes locked.

His face had so much sorrow in it. When I finally was standing in front of him, he pulled me into his embrace.

"I've been so worried about you Mads, everyone's worried," He says kissing me on the cheek.

"I'm so sorry, they deemed me crazy and a danger to myself. So I said no one was to know where I was," I say looking at the ground.

Elijah gently grabs my face and makes me look at him," I don't blame you babe, I was just going crazy not knowing where you were or if you were still alive."

"Devin took good care of me, he's the only reason me and the baby are alive," I say looking into Elijah's eyes.

"Do you have an idea who the dad is?" He asks curiously.

"I'm almost 8 weeks, I was with Dylan and Aly at that time. So I'm guessing Dylan...only way to know is a DNA test..." I say trailing off.

"I booked us a flight home with the Jack's. G isn't the same though. Ever since he saw the news, he's not himself. I told him I was going to pick you up. He just shrugged. He won't stop blaming himself Madison," he says as we walk out of the hospital together.

We get into his rental truck and he drives us to the stash house to grab the Jack's and our stuff.

When we arrive G won't even acknowledge me. I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. I still feel the effects of the anti-psychotics even though I stopped taking them a month ago. We grabbed our stuff and piled into the rental truck. The Jack's got into the back. The ride to the airport was silent, Elijah held my hand the whole time.

I looked out the window the whole entire ride. When we finally arrived, we got out and grabbed our stuff.

We entered the airport and made our way through security. We say and waited until our plane boarded.

After we took off, I passed out with my head on Elijah's lap.

A/n poor Mads 😭😭

That hurt to write.

Jack G won't even speak or look at Madison... Her world is so broken