Grandma- basically told Damon a few weekends ago (like the 3rd time she's seen him) that he could box me up and take me whenever he wanted to. (Not so subtle if you ask me.)
Mom-told me since I'm spending all my time there anyway might as well stop traveling back and forth.
I am living with Damon now I guess you could say.. An attempt to just "run" home and grab some tennis shoes landed me in conversation with my mom about how I just need to go ahead and move in now basically. So I guess I did. Oh well. I'm more at ease out there anyway.
The CAT scan just showed that she had tore her PCL and with appropriate therapy and exercise, it will heal in no time. No knives/scapels necessary. Thank God!