"Hey." Dan Goodman said, smiling tightly at Henry and shaking hands with him.

"Hey." Henry nervously murmured.

"I didn't want you to feel like you had to come…you didn't. I just, I thought maybe you'd want..maybe you'd want to know." Dan said.

"Yeah, I did. I'm glad you told me. Of course I came. I mean….she was…really important to me." Henry replied.

"Yeah, she loved you a lot." Guilt slapped Henry in the face when Dan said that.

"What happened with you two?" He asked. Henry gulped, well he could say

"Well she was partying too much and I was a pothead, and she had a pregnancy scare with some douchy sleazebag, and fucked him, and then I called her a whore and a slut and she slapped me and called me a worthless selfish bastard, and then I called a stupid, insecure, desperate slut and then we never spoke again."

But somehow he managed to sum it up with

"It just didn't work out." Dan nodded.

"Well….she's asleep but uh, you can go in." He replied.

"Thanks." Henry muttered, opening the hospital room door and walking in. There she was. 3 years had gone by.

They were now sophomores in college, both at Yale. And after 3 years of worrying about her trying to kill herself she finally did it. Luckily it hadn't worked. But knowing that even after their awful breakup, that she had been so close to being taken away from him forever made Henry upset. She was asleep, head into her pillow, dark curls spewing out.

He hadn't seen her in about 4 months. Ever since their fight. Henry pulled up a chair and just sat next to her. A good 10 minutes went by when Natalie groaned,

"Dad, can you hand me my water bottle?" She murmured. Henry smiled lightly, and took the Poland Spring bottle off of the nightstand and placed it in her held out hand.

"Here." He whispered.

"Tha…" Natalie cut herself off, realizing the voice wasn't her Dad's and whipped over. She glared at him.

"What the hell?" She muttered, drinking from the water bottle.

"Why are you here?" She demanded.

"I…came to…visit you."

"Why?" She shot out.

"B..because…I wanted to see how you were."

"Dandy." Natalie spat. "I'm wonderful."

"I can see that." Henry said. Natalie furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"Why did you want to see how I am?" Henry sighed.

"Because I heard you were in such dandy shape. I just…I just wanted to see you. I thought maybe you'd like to see…."

"Why would I want to see someone in the midst of all of this who called me…"

"I'm sorry for saying all of that stuff to you, Natal…."

"Don't apologize for things you're not really sorry for. You don't have to, just because I'm in a hospital bed." Natalie cried.

"That's not why I'm apologizing. I really am sorry, alright? I didn't mean any of it. Okay? I'm sorry."

"Whatever." Henry sighed.

"I'm not apologizing because I feel bad…but I do feel bad. If I had…"

"Don't even try to act like there was something you could have done to stop this Henry. We haven't spoken in months. Me doing this has nothing to do with you." Natalie muttered.

"Well what does it have to do with?" Henry asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Why'd you do it?"

"That's none of your…"

"Please? I'm not trying to get up in your business, but…I mean..c'mon…."

"I'm not telling you." Henry immediately felt hurt.

"Okay." He said.

"Cuts feel any better?" He asked, pointing to her sliced up wrists. Natalie blushed.

"A little." Henry nodded.

"I've been clean for 2 months." Natalie whispered. Henry met her gaze. "I haven't taken, or drunken, or smoked anything." She added quietly. Henry gave her a small smile.

"That's good. I'm proud of you."

"How's school?" Natalie asked and Henry avoided letting his happiness show on the outside. She didn't hate him.

"It's alright…you know." He answered dumbly. "I really am sorry." He said. "For that night, and everything I said. You didn't deserve it."

"I had sex with another guy and thought I was pregnant – I totally deserved it." Natalie argued. Henry sighed.

"We all make mistakes. And… I wasn't a great boyfriend. I don't think I ever really made you realize how important you were to me..I mean if you knew, you wouldn't have done this…"

"Henry, look. My life's hard right now. I just don't want to live it anymore. It's not worth it. I'm not worth it. It has nothing to do with you."

"Hey! You are worth it." Henry moved and sat down on the bed, leaning over her a little bit.

"Don't put yourself down like that…"

"And don't blame yourself for the shit I do." Natalie argued.

"That's fair." Henry replied. Natalie smiled and for the next 20 minutes or so they just talked.

"Alright..uh…I have class in a little while." Henry said awkwardly.

"Oh. That's fine." Henry stood up and slipped on his jacket. "Thanks for coming." Natalie murmured.

"Yeah. No problem. Wanted to make sure you'll be okay." Natalie sighed.

"No guarantees." She whispered. Henry smiled grimly.

"I think I'll come back tomorrow, if that's okay." Natalie's face lit up but she asked

"Why?" Henry replied

"It's nice to talk to you again. And it must suck just sitting here all day..only your Dad to talk to." He teased. Natalie stuck her tongue out at him.

"I'm sorry too. For everything." She said. Henry nodded and touched her shoulder,

"See you tomorrow."

Alright should I just leave it as a sucky one shot or continue? And if I continue should I just make it a series of one-shots or follow the storyline I already have planned out? It's not very strong but when I start writing I think it will get better.

Please review and tell me what you think I should do!