So finally, here's Chapter 3 for y'all. Sorry if the last chapter was kinda random and just thrown in there. I feel as though it was. But this way, it'll actually have some storyline inside of being PWP. So yeah. Here you go, hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading!

Its a little shorter than usual but please bear with me. I'm trying. Thanks so much - Free


"-okay. Just a few more minutes-"

"-blood fast-"

"-fine. She's strong for a-"

Piper's head hurt. It hurt a lot. And the voices hovering beside her didn't help at all. She moaned, shifting her weight slightly. The surface beneath her was hard and smooth. Like metal. But too warm for metal. Plastic. She moved again.

Almost instantly, she felt hands land on her shoulders, a strong force pinning her to the bed. She still couldn't see properly yet, everything was a hazy blur.

"Don't move..." a voice said. "... Steady... Good..."

The words swam to her ears in short clips. No full sentence but only parts of it. But from the parts she got, she understood what they were asking. They wanted her to stay still.

For what reason, she didn't know. But staying still seemed like a good idea. Her body was heavy and tired, she didn't feel like moving. She just wanted to lie here and do nothing. Stare at the ceiling and try to understand the shapes in her eyes.

The voices continued talking, although she tuned it out. She didn't want to listen to them. Didn't have to. Besides, they weren't making too much sense. Something about needles? Tools? She didn't know exactly.

What was going on here anyway? She didn't know. She frowned, eyes blinking. Hmm... That was good question. Her eyes were unfocused and staring, though she could make out the shape of a lamp above her.

She paused, listening to the voice again. It wasn't talking to her but to someone else in the room. Interesting. So someone else was also here. She frowned.

She couldn't make out much of the words and none had any hint as to what was happening. No sight, no hearing. Well, she had other senses she could use.

She sniffed deeply, drawing in the scents all around her. Clean like bleach. The area had been cleaned quite recently. She also smelt something odd. A strange scent she didn't know or could remember. Also the metallic tang of blood.

None of these made any sense to Piper but she took them in anyway. The surface beneath her was plastic, she guessed. There was nothing else for her to understand.

Her mouth felt dry. Dry but not thirsty.

Suddenly, Piper felt a sharp sting in her neck and she gasped. A hand also rested by her neck, holding her head still. Needles, she thought faintly. Needles.

Her vision started to darkened again as she slipped away into unconsciousness again. Dammit. She still didn't understand. But the chemicals in the needle slowly sent her off to sleep again.

Piper awoke with a start, eyes flying open. She'd been dreaming. And the dream had not been very nice. It was slipping away already but she could remember the terror that flooded through her system and the flashing lights that burned her eyes.

Piper looked about her, suddenly realising where she was. In a hospital bed.

The room was your typical hospital room, white and clean with that annoyingly clean scent. Not interesting or original at all. Piper didn't like hospitals. They weren't colourful or nice.

She looked down at herself, taking in her hideous outfit. She was wearing a hospital robe and seemingly nothing else. She frowned.

"Oh! You're awake!"

That was the moment when Piper realised she wasn't alone. Sitting at the foot of her bed was a stunningly beautiful woman. Short brown hair that was perfectly styled across her head. Gorgeous blue eyes and high cheekbones. Piper blushed despite herself.

Then she remembered Alex.

Oh my god, Alex. Alex. Alex Alex Alex. Where was she? Was she alright? The car crash all came rushing back in one big tidal wave. Alex. Her face coated in blood. Eyes unseeing and mouth unanswering. Pain across her side. Flashing lights and people crying out for help. Or was that her crying for help?

"Alex!" Piper cried, sitting up frantically. "Alex! Where is she?! Is she okay!? Oh my god, I need to see her! I-"

The woman jumped up, reaching out to push her back to the bed.

"Who? Vause? Dark hair, super tall?" the woman smiled, her Australian accent evident in her voice. "Relax, Piper. She's fine but she had to have some surgery. Some of the glass went deep. But she's okay, still on sedatives though."

Piper slowly relaxed, staring up at the woman in confusion.

"Who are you?"

The woman stepped back, an amused smile on her face.

"I'm Stella. Stella Carlin," she smiled. "And I'm the one that pulled you and Vause out of that fucked up car."

Piper found herself smiling back. Despite everything that had happened to have her end up sitting in this bed, she smiled. Stella was undeniably very attractive and Piper felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Thank you," Piper said softly. "Seriously, thank you."

Stella smiled back and pulled a chair up beside her bedside. "No problem, Piper. Couldn't let a gorgeous woman die or what sort of a person am I?"

Piper flushed even more with embarrassment. Wow. This was not what she expected to here. Was Stella hitting on her? Flirting? Qossibly, though it was a weird place to do it.

Well, this certainly was turn around. Only yesterday, Piper had been alone and miserable, willing to drink the rest of her days away if only it got rid of the pain. But now, sure she'd been in a car crash, but she'd the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen and now, there was another one.

Two, absolutely gorgeous woman seemed to be very interested in her. Piper could not believe this was happening. How? She wasn't even that special. She could admit, she wasn't that ugly but she wasn't that attractive either.

Why? She didn't know. People just seemed to like her for someone reason. But she sure wasn't going to complain. She had these hot woman after her.

"You okay, Chapman?" Stella frowned. "You look dazed."

Piper blinked, coming back into reality. "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Totally fine," she breathed. "Perfectly okay."

Stella's eyebrows furrowed. "I think it's the sedatives, you don't seem okay."

Piper felt almost giddy. Oh, life was amazing right now. Between both Stella and Alex, she was smitten. Though with which one she was unsure. She didn't really want to choose.

Stella started to rise from her seat. "Oi, doc! I think-"

"No, wait!" Piper protested, pushing herself into a sitting position. "I'm fine, just a little confused. My brain is still stuck in hangover mode."

Stella slowly sat back down, lips curved into a sly smirk. "Figures. The doctor did say you'd an alarming amount of alcohol in your system. You must be one party animal."

The next twenty minutes passed quickly with an easy conversation between the two of them. Stella was a charming woman with a sharp tongue and lots of humour. Piper felt herself growing to like the woman even more.

When Stella rose to leave, Piper felt a little sad. She liked the woman and she seemed to like her back.

"I gotta go now, Chapman," Stella smiled, slipping a leather jacket over her shoulders. "But I'll check in on you tomorrow. I'm legally responsible for you until you recover your state of mind."

Piper blushed, feeling the slight jab of pain in her head. Yeah, she'd taken a shit ton of alcohol and the hangover would be pounding down on her.

"I'll see you later, Piper."

Piper blinked, smiling. "I'll be waiting in hope."

Stella laughed and clapped a hand down on her leg cut sent a wave of sharp pain up her body but Piper didn't let her see. She just smiled.

Stella turned and walked towards the door, lazy steps across the ground. But before she made it, a voice laced with anger snapped out from the shadows.

"Carlin? What the fuck are you doing here?"

Stella frowned, then her face slipped into a sly grin. She stopped in her tracks and folded her arms, laughing. "Oh Nichols. Fancy seeing you here."

A woman stepped through the door, a stormy expression on her face. Her hair was blonde-brown and almost mad, curly and wild, though not in an afro style. She glared aggressively at Stella.

"Nichols" stepped forward, squaring up to Stella with a dark gaze. "What the fuck you doing here?"

Stella laughed. "Didn't Vause tell you? It was me that pulled her and Chapman from the wreaked car. Instead of acting all aggressive, you should be thanking me."

The woman's scowled, pushing past Stella into the room. "Whatever. Get out."

Stella's expression darkened. "I was leaving anyway." With that, she vanished from the room, not so much as looking back at either of them.

The woman squinted, frowning at Piper. "You Piper, huh? Chapman, the one with Alex's hand in her pants?"

Piper was taken back. What was this now? Who was this woman? And damn, that was one way to describe her.

"Yeah, that's me," Piper said, coldly. "And you are?"

The woman laughed, taking the seat Stella had just vacated. "Names Nicole Nichols but you can call me Nicky. I'm Alex's flatmate and she sent me to check up on yah. Boy, you look like crap."

"Alex?" Piper was suddenly very interested, leaning forward towards her. She winced, a sharp pain in her side. "Is she okay? Stella said she was but where is she? Can I see her? Can-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Nicky grinned, pressing a hand to her head. "Calm down, Chapman! Brains can only take so much thinking. One question at a time please."

Piper blinked twice.

"Fine. Is Alex okay?"

The side of Nicky's lips quirked upwards and she nodded. "Sure thing, Chap. Vause is as fit as a fiddle, well... Not really. She's pretty shaken up but she'll be okay."

Piper let out a sigh of relief. Thank God. She didn't want anything to happen to the dark haired woman.

"Can I see her?"

Nicky's smirk left her and she shook her head. "They only let me in for two minutes. Like literally, two minutes. I'd barely time to ask her how she was doing. She was like, good but where Piper? She's pretty damn obsessed with you."

Piper blushed against her will, glancing away from the curly haired woman. Alex obsessed? With her? She couldn't believe it. How could she be obsessed with her? She was so ordinary and unspecial.

"I doubt they'd let you in, even if you weren't as beat up as you are," Nicky continued.

Piper started to protest. "I'm not beat up! Those people fixed me up and-" Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her side and she went quiet, wincing.

"Sure, whatever you fucking say," Nicky scoffed, leaning back in her chair. "But they did surgery on yah, sweetie. Whatever the shit, it's gonna hurt for a while."

Piper pursed her lips. Okay, so maybe she was a bit hurt. But that wasn't going to stop her from trying to see Alex. She was so worried about the woman. She just needed to see her to confirm that she was okay.

Piper threw back the covers, slinging her legs over the side. Almost immediately, her stomach churned and she almost threw up. Nicky was standing in a flash. Piper gripped the edge of the bed, trying to settle her stomach.

"Whoa, chill, Chapman!" Nicky said, grabbing onto her shoulder. "As you seriously trying to move? Get back in that bed now!"

Piper shook her head, not trusting herself to open her mouth. Otherwise, she might be sick all over herself.

Nicky was persistent, pushing her back to the pillows. Piper tried to fight back but she was honestly too weak. She laid back on the pillows, a sharp pain in her side.

"Piper, what are you doing? You fucking insane?"

Piper's sickness slowly quelled and she opened her mouth. She didn't vomit, thankfully. "I need to see her," she whispered. "I need to see if she's okay."

Nicky laughed, sitting back down. She tossed the covers back over Piper with a careless throw. Piper caught them, laying them more carefully over herself.

Nicky clapped her arm, making Piper wince. "This is a hospital, Chapman," she grinned. "That's the whole point of this goddamn place. To make people okay. Alex will be perfectly fine and sexy as usual."

Piper smiled, tilting her head. Fair was fair. That did make sense.

"So Nicky, sins you're here," she smiled. "Tell me about yourself."

That quickly descended into a conversation. They spent the next few hours chatting and just talking about any random thing in their lives.

Piper found out that Nicky was a sassily sarcastic woman with lots of spunk. Even though she was hella rude at times, Piper found herself warming to her. Her sassiness had humour and it amusing to listen to her rant about things.

Nicky was engaged to a woman named Lorna. The woman's voice softened when she talked about her, praising her in ways that made Piper's heart hurt. It was so obvious that Nicky was in love, even though she tried hard not to show it.

Piper longed to here someone talk about her like that. But she didn't have anyone like that. No since Larry and he'd been a bastard. No. She wanted someone to love her and to do so properly. It hurt a bit but she was happy for Nicky.

After three hours, the doctor came in and shooed Nicky out impatiently. The woman wasn't in anyway happy about that and made some rude comments as she left the room. The doctor didn't respond, only glared at her.

Piper laughed and laughed, even though her sides hurt. Nicky was just hilarious. The woman flashed her sly wink. "Vause made the right choice, Piper. I approve," she chuckled before leaving.

The doctor sighed and sat down next to her. There was a clipboard in his hands and he tutted gently. His voice was monotonous as he asked her questions, which was such a change from Nicky's aggressive tones. It was kinda boring and he really didn't seem to care. All he did was write his answers and get on with it.

Finally, he finished asking her questions. He moved to go but Piper grabbed his hand to stop him. She had one question that she needed the answer. Two people had given her answers but she just needed reassurance.

"Alex..." she whispered. "Is she okay?"

The doctor stared at her then slowly pried her hand off. He looked at her disdainful and nodded.

"Yes. Your friend is perfectly fine."

Then he left, leaving Piper lying on the bed. She rolled onto her side, a small smile upon her lips. Alex. She was okay. Thank God, thank the heavens, thank anyone who had helped. Slowly, very slowly, she drifted off into a restful sleep.