A pair of eyes open Saturday morning. The bright lights are blinding, but the person can already tell where they are. White ceilings, beeping sounds, bodies moving about...she's alive, in a hospital. Chloe moves her head to the right side to see her mother sleeping, holding her hand, and David fast asleep a couple inches away. She moves her head to the left side, and sees a face she thought she would never see, ever again, except maybe in dreams.

Chloe tries to say something, but her throat is dry. She Squeezes both hands to signal someone to wake up. It doesn't take long for both Max and her mother to wake up, and see Chloe's eyes open. "Chloe!" Both Max and Joyce rejoice.

The loud noise makes Chloe wince. "Max, go get a doctor," Joyce commands. Max leaves the room in a hurry. "David, wake up. Chloe is up!" She shakes David awake, who wakes up automatically. "David...she's up!"

"Chloe!" David exclaims, and holds Chloe's hand. Chloe wants to snatch her hand away, but she has no strength to do so. "I was so worried that you wouldn't wake up. I'm so glad you're awake."

The doctor comes in and smiles. "Miss Price. You're up." He presents a cup of water, which Chloe takes a cautious sip from but in reality, she wants to drink it all in one gulp. "You gave us quite a scare there. Can you hear me?"

"Crystal," Chloe speaks.

The doctor brings a pen and applies pressure on her heels, causing Chloe to flinch. "Well, that means she can feel that." Joyce chuckles, and grips Chloe's other hand. The doctor brings a few digits in front of her face. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three," Chloe replies.

The doctor nods. "Most of her senses haven't been affected. What's your name, birthday, and age?"

Chloe rolls her eyes. "Chloe Elizabeth Price. I'm nineteen. I was born in Arcadia Bay to Joyce and William Price on March 11th, 1994. My father died in 2008 and the dildo over there tried to replace him."

"Chloe!" Joyce exclaims.

"Well, at least she didn't forget her information," Max shrugs.

The doctor laughs a little. "What is the last thing you remember?"

Chloe blinks. The last thing she remembered was Blackwell. She was going to Blackwell for something, pertaining to Rachel, or something. "Uh, I drove to Blackwell Academy...I entered the school and that was it...I think I was discussing something with someone about Rachel Amber. I can't remember anything else."

Max gives a very confused look. She doesn't remember the ordeal with Nathan that brought her here? And does she still believe Rachel is alive? Did she hear anything during that coma? "That's a start. It means she doesn't have complete memory loss. It might take her a while to remember her last moments but don't fret."

"This is fine and dandy, but why the fuck am I at the hospital? And why is Maxine Caulfield here?"

Max casts her eyes down. She should've known that this is the timeline where Chloe hasn't build up her trust towards her yet, so she's still bitter. Joyce notices it and glares at Chloe. "Chloe, she saved your life."

Chloe rolls her eyes. "Wow, thanks for saving my life. Now, why did my life need saving?"

"You were shot at the Blackwell girls' bathroom, by Nathan Prescott," Max replies. "I was at the bathroom when it happened. I called the police during the argument and they seemed to figure things out and get to Blackwell before you died from the gunshot wound. I know...I know you hate me right now, but—"

"Hate is an understatement," Chloe laughs bitterly. "You go ghost for five years...five years, and you decide to save my life? In a bathroom? What did you think, that all was magically forgiven?"

"Chloe, i'm sorry," Max tries to say.

"Fuck your sorry!" Chloe growls. "I don't want it. You probably should've let me die."

Max's eyes well up with tears. Before Joyce approaches her to console her, Max leaves the room, letting herself break down in the middle of the waiting room.

"Chloe Price," Joyce seethes. "That is no way to treat your friend after she saved your life. She spent the entire week here, hoping you wake up! You should be more than happy to see her!"

"Happy?" Chloe argues.

The machine starts beeping out of control, which stops either person from yelling at each other. Chloe feels her heart thumping in seething anger, for her mother, her step-fucker, and her ex-best friend. If she knew Maxine fucking Caulfield would save her pathetic ass life, she could've just died right there. She rather die than to face her shitty, flaky ass best friend.

No. She should die right now.

Chloe quickly grows stir crazy after waking up from her coma. She hates hospital settings, especially after being in one for awhile when Damon stabbed Rachel. She hated every minute of it. The nurses walk in and out, checking on her and giving her liquid food, or changing her IV bag and the dressings to her gnarly shot wound.

Max doesn't come back. Her mom and step-fucker left after the doctor tells them that she shouldn't be in highly stressful situations. Of course, it pissed Joyce the fuck off but Chloe couldn't give much of a shit. Joyce gave up on her years ago, and she gave up on her mother too. David wasn't happy, but the last thing Chloe wanted was to give a shit about David's opinions.

She picks up a newspaper article from last week, detailing on Nathan and Jefferson's arrest. She stops reading after reading the line "being the murderer of Rachel Amber, who was eighteen when she was carelessly overdosed and buried at the American Rust".

Chloe screams. In the next few minutes, she sees nothing but darkness.

"Rachel!" Chloe yells, when she enters the American Rust Junkyard. "Rachel, where are you? You told me to meet you here, and i'm here!"

Chloe opens her flashlight app, which makes her trek on finding Rachel more efficient. She walks around the junkyard a couple times, entering the secret hideout a few times, a couple cars, and the school buses. When she leaves the hideout, she sees a doe standing at a spot. The doe vanishes, and Chloe is presented with a dream version of herself once again, with Max by her side. They start digging — "Are you gonna help me, Max?"

Max digs with her hands, both of them digging until they come upon a body. The smell revolts them for a second, until dream!Chloe looks again. "Rachel? Rachel!" dream!Chloe sobs, which breaks Chloe's heart. Rachel is dead, at the junkyard, the one place they spent every waking moment in. "Who would do this?"

Chloe wakes up in a sweat. It's almost nine. The nurses had to sedate Chloe hours back because she couldn't stop screaming. Her angel, her everything — Rachel is dead. Nathan killed her. That school teacher killed her. Arcadia Bay killed her. Arcadia Bay could've killed her too if Max didn't save her life.

Max.

Chloe instantly feels the regret yelling at Max this morning...but she was angry. Max had ignored her for five years, leaving Chloe to be alone for her short lived academic career. If it wasn't for Rachel, Chloe would've died by now.

Chloe brings her knees to her chest and starts crying silently. "Rachel," she sobs. "Why?"

Steph visits on Sunday morning. Chloe is still sad upon finding out about Rachel, but she makes time to entertain her best friend. Her bond with Steph isn't comparable to her bond with Rachel, but it is to her former bond with Max. They are both gamer girls who are pretty gay and pretty badass. However, Steph was way more straight edge than Chloe would ever be. Steph never did drugs, or smoked, or had much sex. She kept to herself and had a few girlfriends here and there, but she's still a badass. Steph is unapologetic about her sexuality while it took Chloe months to realize that she loved girls — one girl in particular.

Mikey and Drew show up two hours later. Drew couldn't let go of Chloe, and Chloe appreciates it. "You scared me," Drew had said, bringing a fresh set of tears between the both of them.

Mikey sneaks in a few pieces from their tabletop game and they play for a few minutes. It lifts Chloe's spirits up for a little while until they had to leave, and Chloe is depressed again.

Sunday is a calm day. Chloe doesn't expect any more visitors, so she lays back down, but doesn't go back to sleep. The nurses come in and check up on her and that's it. Chloe pushes away her liquid food hoping for a burger from the Two Whales Diner, but she knows her mother is pissed at her. She shouldn't be. If Joyce would understand half of the pain Chloe feels when she saw Max, she would understand. Instead, she thinks that it's just gonna be easy to forgive and forget, just because Max saved her life.

That could've been anyone. Hell, that could've been Victoria to save her from that bathroom. Max isn't special for saving her pathetic ass life.

She sighs, and closes her eyes, letting sleep overtake her.

She wakes up again, in a different setting. She's on the passenger's seat. She turns her head around, and Rachel is here, driving on a long road. "Chloe! You're up! I thought you'd never wake up after I took the wheel."

"Rachel? What's going on?"

"We finally left Arcadia Hell, that's what," Rachel smiles. Chloe starts to notice things. Rachel is sickly, with her eyes gaunt, her skeleton showing a little, her clothes dirty and covered in mud, her pretty skin once a nice shade of tan is now black and blue, with an infected needle wound on her neck. It scares Chloe. "It feels so good to breathe non-Oregon air. We should be at LA in a couple hours, maybe a day."

"Rachel, are you ok?"

"Oh, me? I never felt better!" Rachel lets out a hearty laugh, which makes her start coughing up blood. "I am fine, Chloe Price. Arcadia Bay was weighing me down, y'know? My parents...are liars. Your mom only cared about your step-bitch. We barely had that much friends at Blackhell anyway. It was good riddance."

Suddenly, Rachel closes her eyes and the car swerves off the road.

Max hasn't been able to leave her room since she got back here. However, Sunday night a roommate gets tired of the sniffling and walks right in, because David is shit at his job and Max keeps her door open for some crazy reason. "Listen, Lamefield. Some of us have to sleep so we can go to school tomorrow."

Max sighs. "I'm sorry, Victoria. I just…"

Victoria sits right next to Max on the bed, with rare concern written on her face. "What's going on?"

"Chloe woke up on Saturday, but she was pissed at me," Max explains. "She's still mad that I haven't contacted her for five years when I moved to Seattle, but I thought, for some crazy reason, that she would appreciate it when I saved her. What a fucking idiot I was."

"Chloe's the idiot for not realizing how much of a good friend you are," Victoria says. "Yeah, Max, I said it. Don't rub it in. But I mean it. You spent the entire week hoping that she'd wake up, and when she does, she wants to bring old drama? God, maybe this is why we didn't like each other as kids. Like, yeah, I was a bitch, but she was a bigger one."

Max chuckles. "It never surprises me that you and Chloe didn't like each other."

"But anyways. We have a new photography professor and i'm kinda eager to find out who it is so stop your fucking crying. Go wash your face and get some rest."

Max smiles a little. "Thanks, Bitchtoria.

"Don't mention it, Dorkfield."

Max actually does follow what Victoria tells her. She washes her face with cold water, lessening her urge to spill any more tears, and gets a good amount of sleep. She feels refreshed enough to get ready for school, for her restarted photography class. Yeah, she's still a little depressed about Chloe, but she can give Chloe her space so that she can think, and accept Max on her own terms.

On her way to class, she gets stopped by David. "Caulfield! Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Max still feels uncomfortable with David. No matter how happy he makes Joyce - abusing your stepdaughter isn't a good trait and being a paranoid hero isn't a redeemable trait either. "Yes, Mr. Madsen?"

"I never got the chance to thank you for saving Chloe's life," David speaks. "I know that sometimes i'm hard on the students here, and harsher on Chloe because she always gets in trouble, but I do care about her. I wish she can just accept me."

"Maybe you should listen to her and stop treating her like she's one of your students here...or like soldiers," Max advises. She has the power to make sure that David doesn't abuse Chloe ever again, and if he does, she better hopes Joyce opens her eyes quick enough before it gets out of hand. "She might actually accept you. It will be a slow process, but it will happen." Max walks away without another word, to her photography class. Despite the bullshit with Jefferson, Max missed class. She may not speak up much in class, except when she had her rewind power, but man. Jefferson may have been a psychopath, but he knew his shit.

When she walks in, she wakes to a couple students - first it's Alyssa, then Kate, then Stella, and lastly Victoria, who reluctantly waves back. Maybe in this timeline, she might be friends with Victoria. She seems to regret being friends with Nathan and for bullying Kate. Max knows Victoria is hella insecure about everything, including impressing her photographer parents. Max is insecure herself - about her relationship with Chloe, her future at Blackwell, her photography, and how she feels about Chloe as well.

Before she time jumped for the last time, she kissed Chloe. Last week in the other timeline, she kissed Chloe. In her alternative, disabled Chloe timeline, she could've kissed Chloe if given the opportunity. But, Chloe hates her. It will take a while for them to repair any relationship they have, let alone pursue a romantic relationship.

The new teacher is a woman, easing some of Max's tension. Her name is Mrs. Matthews and she's pretty as hell. Jeez, Max. First Jefferson, and now this teacher?

"Hey, Gayfield, wipe the drool from your chin," Victoria jokes after class.

Max narrows her eyes, but Victoria just laughs. There's no maliciousness to it. It sounds...genuine. "Shut up, Leztoria."

"Never."

Chloe growls, pushing the meal replacement away from her. She wants a fucking burger, badly. She eyes her phone and looks through her contacts. Mom? Hell no, she hates Chloe right now.

David? Psh, no. Chloe would never ask him for a favor. Over her cold, dead body.

Eliot? Why does she still have Eliot's number? Eliot severed ties with her after she attempted to call the police on his ass, but she doesn't give a shit. She's mad he didn't actually get arrested for following her and putting her in danger.

Mikey? Nah, he's too young. He can't drive yet.

Steph? Maybe...but she skips Steph's number for now.

Victoria? Hell fucking no. Chloe fears Victoria might dose her burger to get back at Rachel dosing her tea...somehow. Plus, she hates Victoria. Why does she have her number?

Drew? Ooh, definitely Drew. He has a soft spot for Chloe, and everyone knows it, even Mikey. She sends a quick SMS to Drew, and she gets a quick "on my way".

Chloe plays the waiting game for an hour until the door opens and Drew walks in. "Fuck. I'mma get in trouble for this. But for you, it's worth it." Drew looks behind him, and gives Chloe a perfectly wrapped burger from the drive-in. It isn't her mother's, but Drew probably thought ahead to get it someplace else. Chloe almost eats part of the wrapper trying to eat the burger.

"Fuuuuuuck, this is so good," Chloe moans.

Drew rolls his eyes. "You owe me, Price."

"How 'bout a kiss?" Chloe smirks.

"You know we're both too gay to do something like that," Drew replies, smirking back. "How about i get my next meal at the Two Whales, free of charge? Or you pay for it?"

"I gotta get out of the hospital to do that but you got a—" Chloe stops, suddenly feeling the eaten burger coming back up. "Shit!" She grabs the nearby bucket and throws up. She gets even more nauseous from the smell, and gags. "Fuck, this was a bad idea."

"Mmmmm, you still owe me babe." Chloe glances up from the bucket and glares at Drew.

"Fuck you, North."

Chloe eventually gets to hide the solid food incident by making Drew hide the evidence, but she still felt gross from throwing up a perfectly good piece of food. She doesn't do much, and even begs the doctor to release her. Laying in bed gets immensely boring, even for a lazy ass like Chloe.

She continues to cry when she's alone, thinking about Rachel and her untimely death. She thinks about her mom and Max, who are probably still mad at her for Saturday. But Max coming back in her life, especially after a traumatizing experience is not what she needs.

Chloe still can't really remember what happened that day, but if her mom, Max, and the papers are saying that Nathan Dickscott shot her, it's probably the truth. Nathan's terribly disturbed, and Chloe experienced that firsthand when they went to school together. She hopes he rots in prison for what he did to Rachel, but knowing the judicial system, they will probably give him a six month sentence and release him on "good behavior".

She's about to lay back down when the door opens, revealing someone she definitely doesn't want to see. "What the fuck?"

"Nice to see you too, Kari Price," Victoria deadpans.

"Why the hell are you here, bitch?" Chloe growls.

"Business," Victoria replies sarcastically. "Also, what the fuck is wrong with you? I had to endure an entire weekend of Max crying in her dorm because of your dumbass, and I value my sleep very much."

"Now you give a shit about people other than Taylor? How cute of you," Chloe sarcastically says back.

"Yeah, it's kinda nice to be nice for a change," Victoria says even more sarcastically. "Maxine spent the entire week in here, smelling your shit and hoping you'd wake the fuck up, only for her to get yelled at because she dumped your ass when she moved to Seattle."

"That's none of your business," Chloe seethes.

"Who cares?" Victoria argues. "My point is, you're a toxic ass cloud and that's why no one wanted to be around you when you still went to school."

"And you're a stuck up ass bitch and that's why nobody actually fucking liked you," Chloe argues back.

Victoria shakes her head and puts her hands up in defeat. "Fair, Chloe. But if you wanna rehash old shit all your fucking life, go ahead. Just make sure you tell whoever is insane enough to deal with your bitch ass first."

"I have half a mind to throw this barf bucket at you," Chloe says, lifting it up to indicate to Victoria that she meant it. The vomit's been washed away hours ago, but she hates this bitch and will not allow even her to talk shit about something she knew nothing about.

"Oh? I wanna see you do it."

Chloe throws it at Victoria, but she quickly dodges it. "Sad, pathetic little Chloe. I'd be sympathetic because your girlfriend died but then I remembered that she dosed my tea for a shitty part in a Shakespeare play, as if she couldn't have more people sucking her ass enough."

Chloe narrows her eyes. She will do anything to choke this bitch out. "Get the fuck out."

Victoria shrugs. "Remember what I said. Either you grow the fuck up or you can sit there and be the pathetic, brooding little bitch you've always been."

When Victoria leaves, another fresh set of tears make their way onto the sheets. In some fucked up, tough love kind of way, she knows Victoria is right. Will she live up to it, is the million dollar question.

Chloe doesn't get a weird dream. Instead, she goes to sleep for a few minutes, only to wake up again. Sleep isn't coming easy. She can still hear those biting words from Victoria Chase earlier because no matter what, the bitch is right. Spending a lifetime bitter at other people seems like it's too much work. Maybe Max will show up today like she did when Chloe was sleeping? Who knows. But, when she sees the sun rising on the horizon, it's morning and Chloe wasted her night trying to sleep for more than a few minutes.

She hears the door open and it's a different, much younger, and prettier nurse to check on whatever needs to be checked and to dress her wound, which looks pretty gnarly. Chloe idly flirts with the new nurse, causing her to blush a little until she leaves the room. After a few minutes, her mother and step-dick walk in. "Oh, what a surprise."

"Chloe," Joyce frowns.

"You were mad at me all day yesterday, so what's different now?" Chloe inquires. "And a howdy hello to you too, step-dildo."

Joyce sighs. No matter what, Chloe will never stop taking jabs at David, nor will she tone down her bitterness. "I wanted to see how you were doing. Can you let me in, Chloe? I'm tired of fighting you."

Chloe sighs. She hates it when her mother begs. "Fine. I'm healing and I still can't have solid food, so no burgers."

Joyce cracks a little smile. Even David smiles a little. "You need to cut back on those," Joyce points out.

"I would, if I wasn't drinking nasty meal replacements everyday." She sighs a little. "I want a burger, a bacon double cheeseburger to be exact, with fresh off the fryer steak cut fries, and a thick vanilla milkshake with whipped cream. That can be the condiment to my fries. Yeah, that's the ideal meal I want."

"That actually sounds really good right now," David says.

Chloe playfully glares at David. "Hey, this is my fantasy. Not yours."

"You have a few more weeks to heal, Chloe," Joyce says, running a hand through Chloe's hair. "When you get discharged, I'll have one waiting on you."

Chloe grins. "I love you mommy." The door opens again, and to Chloe's surprise, Max walks in. Chloe blinks a couple times, then looks at her mom and stepdad. "Can you two give us some privacy?"

"Ok," Joyce answers. She kisses Chloe's forehead, and even Chloe allows David to affectionately pat her on the shoulder before leaving the room.

It's too silent. Max shifts from side to side, while Chloe fiddles with he fingers. When Max asked Victoria to drop her off at the hospital, she hoped to address Chloe's childish antics on Saturday but looking at Chloe now, she has nothing to say. "Listen, Max—"

"I know you're still mad at me for not contacting you for so long," Max starts off. "I'd be pissed off myself...but, I saved you, Chloe. I called the police, hoping you will live...and I skipped class for days, hoping you'd wake up. There were times when I thought...maybe saving you may not have been worth it because you were still in a coma, but fuck, Chloe. I gave up on you once and i'm not gonna do it again. If you're not gonna let me in, fine, but i'm not gonna let you do it without knowing how much you mean to me."

"I'm sorry," Chloe whispers. "I should've been more thankful...but seeing you again made me angry...because no matter if I forget about Nathan shooting me in the bathroom, I never forgot about you leaving me on read for five years. It hurt, and i'm not sure you understand how much it did."

"Chloe…"

"But, that doesn't mean I should be harsh on you. Like, you're my best friend and as much as that hurt me, I can't necessarily stay mad at you."

Max holds Chloe's hand, giving her a thankful look. "Partners in crime, huh?"

"Partners in time."