Disclaimer: Hey, I don't own this show.
"Hi," I say, noticing the new guy, "I'm Sarah."
"Jordi," he said, smiling, as he stopped walking, "why are you here?"
Taking a deep breath, I say it, "Depression, they're worried I'll have a relapse."
"Oh, I have cancer in my leg, it's being taken off tomorrow."
"Good luck. Dr. McAndrews is the best."
"So I've heard."
I sink further down into the couch, already having said to much, "I have to go," I say, quickly getting up and heading towards my room. I really am over my depression, and I don't want a relapse, and despite what the doctor think, I'm actually really happy. Just conversation doesn't help, if I reveal to much, I feel myself pulling back in, and I have to pull myself out, like my therapist says.
"Sarah!" I hear Nurse Jackson's voice ring loud and clear through the hallway. I come running.
"Yeah?" Coming to a halt infront of her.
"Do you still know where the classroom is?"
"Yes."
"Then go!" She says, and I, getting the point, hurt away towards the classroom, where I arrive just as a math test is being passed out. With a silent sigh of relief that I did study, I slip into the closest empty seat, next to Leo.
"Hey," he whispers, "you're late."
"Shut up," I whisper back, looking down and starting the test.
"We're having a paety tonight for Jordi's leg, he's the new guy," he keeps on whispering.
"Again, shut up, and I might come," continuing the test.
I grabbed a couple of blankets to bring to the roof, even though I'd been here almost as long as Leo, I still wasn't used to the coold weather, since I had grew up in the Caribbean, until a few years ago, when a job offer enticed my parents to move back to the US, and then the depression started.
I don't know why, but it kept pulling me in, and as hard as I pulled out, it was stronger. I made it out within months with the help of a therapist, and the next time, it wasn't so easy. I came so close to death, I was hospitalized, and here I am, happy as can be, and going to the roof to have a going away party for a leg.
Definitely hospital life.
Up on the roof, Kara and Dash were bonding, an interesting, but perdictable match, and Leo's ex, Emma, was hanging out with Jordi. I sat further away from everyone, while watching the stars until Leo called us together. He told us that the red bands he wore needed new homes, or somethung like that. He gave one to each of us, mine was from the surgery where he first met me, in a slightly terrifying shape, having almost killed myself, and the two of us on hospital beds, wheeled by each other.
Walking back down, I pulled Jordi aside, "Sorry about earlier," I said, "I have a hard time holding a conversation with the weight of my therapy."
"It's ok," he said smiling, as we both walked our separate ways.
A/N: Please review. I need some opinions too, Leo x OC, or leave her single?
