I aplomb-ly stand away from the chair the resides the hospital bed, with a heavily sigh. I felt filthy. I stalked over to the bathroom and feast my eyes on my advent, display in the mirror. My hair looked worse than I'd premised, I had the worst cow lick of all time for sure.
With a propitiously, luckily elastic band around my wrist, I stretch my hair out with my fingers-coiling and swiveling my hair into a topknot, I secure it with the band atop my head.

I search around for a toothbrush, no toothbrush? Why the Fuck don't they have a tooth
brush?
Maybe because the girl occupying this room has been in a coma for 3 weeks…? Well they should get one anyways ...ass wipes. I huffed, checked the mirror again, my mascara and eyeliner is smudged around my eyes, and my face. But somehow my lipstick was perfectly aligned. Dam Mac lipstick. I leaned against the sink, taking a better look at my
eyes, I'd been crying, the whites of my eyes, were a deep red and the outsides of my eyes were puffy.

I walk back to the room, and decide to see what's going on in the world, I grab my iPad and watch the latest news, me.

Screen shows Jade's latest red carpet walk.

"Triple treat Jadelyn West, hasn't made an appearance since her friend was placed into Rome's St. Bernard Intensive Care Unit."

Screen shows Jade's latest red carpet walk.

"Triple treat Jadelyn West, hasn't made an appearance since her friend was placed into Rome's St. Bernard Intensive Care Unit." "I got to finally send you to Rome..." Shows Jade walking into the unit, with her hair on top of her head, shades on, some random t-shirt, with a long sweater, and tights.

"Actress, Dancing, and Singing sensation, Jade has been known for falling into deep depression like moods, more on that next-

The iPad is shut off before anything else can be said. She sits in the windowsill with the most amazing view. The moon shone through reflecting off of her porcelain skin.

"It's like...06' in your backyard, and I'm in love with Brad. And I still remember laughing about all the times we had. And my Fathers living in Francisco now, guess he still mad. Boo-hoo, sad story huh? Lawyer American dad story." I sigh heavily before continuing. "I never really had anyone like you." I say looking over to the Latin version of sleeping beauty. "You made the world I knew bigger, and changed the way that I viewed it. Helped me cope with everything.. hell you were the best to calm me down when I'd lose it."

I get up, and walk over to Tori, taking a seat, and grabbing her hand. "You said things, and you meant them." I start playing with her tanned fingers. "I put all the money in your accounts back..I thank you tori...I don't really know where I'd be without you. It all worked out Tor, and you deserved it.." But not this, nah not this at all.

. . .

I must have fallen asleep in the window sill, because I'm awoken by someone opening, and trying to softly shut the door. Obviously that didn't work. I turn over, and there's a slight nook in my neck. I groan in protest a little, sitting up. I open my eyes, and let them focus. I smile at what I see, rather, who...I see. It's Beck. His hair has gotten longer, it's now in a short floppy ponytail. He's wearing a long sweater, and skinny jeans with Timberlands. And is that coffee? It isss. Two at that.

He smiles smally at me, heading in my direction. I slowly move my legs occupying half of the cushion, making room for him. He hands me the coffee in his right hand, and I mumble a sleepy, "Thank you.". He nods, and watches me as I sip the steaming beverage.

We're silent for a while, until, "How are you holding up?" He says quietly. I don't answer. "I hear they wake her next week huh?" he tries again, but I only nod. He sighs deeply, knowing he failed at getting me to converse. I grab a nearby pillow, and blanket, covering myself up and setting my pillow behind me, throwing my feet over his lap.

I sip my coffee, staring at him. Why is he here? "I'm uhm, directing a set a few blocks from here." I nod, not bad. After a few moments of silence, I decide to say, "Who's in it?" He looks a bit surprised, but says, "Channing Tatum, and Scarlet Johannson." "Not bad." I say nodding once more. "Uhm, Sin-Jin is my DP And Berf is the Script Supervisor, and tweaks with the Sound Production." "That's nice of you. To give them a job on your set and all." I say. "Well they deserved it. They're literally the best at it. I'm honored." The ringing of his phone stops me from commenting. He answers it with a "Yeah what is it?" I can't hear what the person is saying, but it must be important, from the look he's making.

After a minute or two, he hangs up the phone. "That was Berf, they need me to sign for some props. Have to run." He says lifting my feet, and sliding from under them. "I'll give you a call, but if you'd like, you can stop by the set, anytime. I'd love for your opinion on the script and all. You know you're the best." He says smiling, and leaning in to give me a hug.

"I'll consider helping you Beckett." He laughs, and hugs me tightly. I hug back, and say, "Air draft me the Script, and I'll make some changes if must. And send me Berf's number, he is the Script Supervisor."

"Will do. Later Jadelyn." He say's heading towards the door. "Not my name Beckett." And with that I hear a distant laugh behind the closed hospital door, of the private floor.

I sigh, and stalk towards the chair beside Tori's bed. She looks very peaceful, and beautiful. Doesn't she always? Absolutely. I take her hand, and lightly place kisses on her knuckles. The steady rhythm of her heart monitor brings a smile to my face.

"It's like...'09 on your rooftop, and it's only you and me." I begin to stroke her knuckles with my thumb.

"And you mother's gone, and your father's gone hope no one sees." I pause, and swallow hard at what i'm about to say next.

"And my mom and I don't talk anymore; she says I'm being stubborn." I frown. "But it doesn't matter, she gave away her rights, no longer her concern."

You say it like she ever was.

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