Authors Note: Hey Guys, sorry for taking so long, been extra busy. But I hope I do not disappoint, this Chapter took me forever to write, it was hard, but Im starting to work on them getting closer now. Hopefully I get a new Chapter up by Sunday, but if not, I'll post a suprise Chapter for another one of my old stories.I also wanted to note that this story will have some disturbing things in them, especially the next Chapter, so if you think you can't handle it, please don't read. The song I listened to was again, Shifting by Now, Now. I seem to write better and faster when I listen to that song. Anways, REVIEW & ENJOY ;D

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Chapter 3: Jay

Tegan POV:

I've been sitting down on my bed for the past two hours since I've been awake. I don't know what time it is, but its still dark outside, probably around 6 in the morning, Im guessing. You lose track of time and the days when you sit in a room all day, only going out for lunch breakfast and dinner, sometimes they let me go to the bathroom, thats if any of them are in the mood to handle me. I've been here for 6 years, and everyday its the same old thing. But now, I feel something different, That new nurse, Sara was different. When she came in to clean my cuts and help me, I felt like I was in a comfort zone, like she wasn't gonna let anything happen to me, at first, then when I saw the needle, she turned out just like everyone else, every other fucking nurse here.

I look around the dark streets, Its been two weeks since my parents have been gone. Two weeks since our Manager kicked me out because I was to young to pay rent, two weeks since I've eaten, showered, had a good night sleep.

I make my way down the street and roll my small suitcase that holds my pillow, blanket and extra clothes. Where was I gonna go tonight? The spot under the bridge that I've been sleeping under was taken, and that was the only place I felt safe.

I turn the corner and keep walking, the shadows of a dark alley comming up. I start to walk faster and soon Im in front of it. I keep walking when I hear a voice.

"Girl, hey come here."

I turn around, my mind telling me to keep walking, even run away. I see the man emerge from the alley, he was tall, black, and he looked to be about in his 30's. He scared me, his voice was threatening.

"Why do I see you walking around these streets late at night?"

I start to shiver, the cold winters in Vancouver were rough, especially when you only slept with one blanket. I look at him and shrug my arms. He looks at me and sighs, walking back in the dark Alley. I turn on my heals when I hear his voice again.

"Wait, don't move."

I freeze in my tracks and my eyes grow wide, what was he going to do to me? I hear his footsteps and then feel him grip my shoulder. He turns me around and I look up at him, my heart racing, my palms sweating, my body trembling, and not from the cold. He takes off his jacket and puts it on my shoulders, out of no where, I just snuggle into it, It was warm, it smelled funky, like a skunk, but I didn't care, I was warm for once. He pats my shoulder and I look up at him.

"Where are your parents?"

I look back down and feel the tears slowly forming in my eyes, where were they . . .

I shrug and he sighs.

"Come on, lets get some food."

I don't know why, but when he said food, my stomach growled, I was willing to do anything for it, I was starving. I followed him back into the Alley, and see a car parked in it. Only the moon illuminating onto the shiny paint. He walks to the passanger side and opens the door for me, I keep my head down and climb into his car. He shuts the door and walks over to his side, climbing in. Why was I doing this? Im 10 years old, my mother taught me to never talk to stangers, but . . .he has . . . food. I kept my eyes out of the window as he started to drive into a rough neighborhood, people sitting outside on the front steps, babies walking around in the streets, women dressed in small mini skirts and bras walking up and down the streets, guys hanging all over them, where were we? I look at the apartment building,old, graffiti written all over the walls.

"Are you hungry?"

I whip my head to him and he looks at me, waiting for my answer.

"Yea."

I say low. He nods and parks his car on the street. I keep looking around the neighborhood, it wasn't like ours, their were people walking around in there underwear. He pats my shoulder and nudges me.

"Come on."

I sigh and open the car door, we get off the car and I stay near it, afraid of all these people. He walks up to me and smiles down at me.

"Follow me."

He starts to walk down a cement path to a raunchy apartment building, broken windows, crud on the walls. But , I followed him. I kept my eyes on the ground as we walked up the stairs and to a door. When he pulls out his keys, I finally look up. We were in front of a door that said 2C. He turns to me and I look down.

"This is my place, so don't feel uncomfortable."

He turns back around and opens the door. He walks in and mumbles something, then I hear people groaning, people saying lazy hi's. I walk in behind him and my eyes grow wide, there were people in his house, 7 to be exact. One on the floor, sprawled out, eyes closed. 4 on the couch, passing around what Im guessing is a cig, then two guys sitting at a table, rubber ties wraped around their arms, like they were getting ready to have blood taken from them, one guy had a lighter under a spoon, the other guy was clenching his fist, tapping his arms, looking, what Im guessing,is for his veins. Then I see him pull out a shot. He sucks up something from the spoon and takes the needle to his arm, then slowly pushe-

"QUIN, Bath time!"

I whip my head up and look at my my door, trailing my eyes to the thick glass. I see Judy's familiar eyes staring into mines, then I hear the sound of the lock on my door being fiddled with. The door opens and I see Judy, a bright light shining from behind her through the windows, How long was I out for? She lifts up her hand, showing me the dangling pair of handcuffs.

"Don't make a scene Quin, just cooporate."

I wasn't in the mood today, for once I just wanted to be outside, like everyone else.I stand up from my bed and slowly make my way to Judy. She grabs my arm and my body reacts, grabing her wrists. She eyes me and pulls up the handcuffs, making me drop my hand from her wrist. I let her grip me hard and she tugs on my arm, making me follow her. I keep my gaze on the floor, watching my feet slowly moving one step in front of eachother. I hear the sound of all the other patients in the lounge talking, watching Music Videos, playing games, being ten times more free than me. I keep walking and I see the line of patients, waiting outside the Shower room, Their nurses standing right next to them. We pass the lounge and get to the line, thats when I notice her, Sara was here, she was standing next to Brit. I started to feel the small comfort zone fill me again, but why?

"Last Shower Group 10:30."

Cathy says into the speakers, letting everyone in the womans Ward know. Judy lets go of my arm and looks at me.

"Stay here Quin."

I watch her as she lets go of my arm, her hand print made marks on my arm, slightly purple. I look back up and see Judy open the shower room door, all the nurses and patients walking in. I let everyone go in, leaving me the last in the hall. Judy says something inside the room, then turns to look at me, picking up her hand, using her index finger to motion me over to her.

"Don't run Quin."

She says stern, but for the first time I didn't wanna run? It was weird. I slowly walked up to her and she shoves me inside the door. I try to steady myself, but lose my balance, falling flat to the ground, my face smashing into the tile again. I felt the wave of dizziness hit me as I tried to open my eyes, looking at the pink walls of the room. My head hurt, but mostly, my cheek was stinging bad. I blink a couple of times, finally getting my vision clear and slowly lift my head up. I could hear the sound of everyone laughing, their familiar giggles bouncing off the walls, making my head spin. I felt Judys death grip on my arm again, pulling my body up from the ground. As I got to my feet, my body started to shake,my head throbbing bad.

"Tegan are you okay?"

I hear a voice say, I turn around in Judys grasp and see Sara. She looks at me and I feel Judy tug on my arm.

"Shes fine, you've had worse huh Quin."

She says, releasing my arm, and hitting my back hard. I flinch at the stinging pain and she starts to laugh loud.

"Judy, wanna switch ?"

I drop my head to the ground, why was she nice to me? It still bugged me to know why?Last nurse I trusted, Amanda, was the same way, but she had a needle too, making her just like everyone else.

"I can handle her Johnson."

I look back up at Sara and she looks at me, dropping her head down. She turns around and starts to turn on the water for Brit. She turns on the water, then sits down on the stool next to Brits station, never once lifting up her head to look at me. I felt a hard tug on my arm and I whip my head around. Judy looks at me and shakes her head.

"You know you only have a couple minutes, stop waisting my time Quin."

She shoves me back and I stumble, steadying myself on the wall. What was the point of fighting back? I was just gonna get thrown to the floor, have the needle in my skin for a couple seconds, then blackout for a couple of hours.

"Okay."

I say low, I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and handing it to Judy. She balls it up and puts it under her arm.

"Pants too Quin."

I sigh and go through my normal routine, but feel suddenly embarrassed? I grab the start of my white scrub pants and start to pull them down, when out of the corner of my eye, I see Sara. I turn my head a little, catching her gaze, she was staring right into my eyes. I have never, ever smiled at a nurse here, but when she smiled weakly at me, I couldn't help my lips from curling a little. I continue to pull my pants down, never once taking my gaze away from her. I stand up, and the embarrassed feeling comes back when Sara looks up and down my whole body, her smile slowly fading away. As she searched my skin, I couldn't help but wonder what she was looking at, what was making her stare. I look down to my body, and my eyes drop. Thats what she was looking at, all the bruises on my skin, my legs filled with them from the needle piercing my skin a numerous amount of times, my stomach had slight bruise stains, some yellow from the nurses handling me, slamming me down on the floor, diggind their elbows into me to make me stop squirming, scars from my past. I look back up and she has her eyes back on mines.

"Quin!"

I jump at my name comming from Judys mouth, making me turn to her. My water was running and she was holding out the bottle of liquid body wash and shampoo. I turn around and face the showerhead, my bare back facing Sara. I step a little closer to the water and Judy grabs my hand, pulling it up and squeezing some of the shampoo onto my palm, then slapping my hand on my head. I sigh and she sits back down on her stool. I bring my other hand up and lather the soap in my hair, but wince when I go over the cut I got last week from being slammed onto the floor. I ignore the pain as best as I can, then I step under the water, my eyebrow stinging lightly. I was already used to this, and the worse thing about it though, is that I shouldn't have to be. I know that everyone here hates me, that they wish I was dead so I wouldn't give them any trouble, I know it all.

When the water washes away all the soap from my hair, I open my eyes and stare at the wall in front of me, the water running down, dripping from my eyelashes, making it hard for me to see clearly.

(Tegan age 16)

I lay down in my bed, feeling the cold sheets under my naked body. I turn on my back and look up at the ceiling, staring at it. It was the fourth time this week that Jay has done this, bringing in more guys then usual, and my body was starting to get sore. I lift my head up and look down to my body, the small bite marks between my thighs, the gashes from fists with rings pounding my legs, I was tired.

"Tegan."

I here Jays voice through the door, then the low knock. I reach down and grab the covers, pulling them over my body and laying all the way down. The door knob twists, and the door opens, Jay peeking his head in.

"Hey, Mike was happy this time, he said hes comming by next week, double the money."

Mike, he was a regular, came in every week, but I never called him Mike, I called him the guy with the rings. Each finger of his hand had a ring, even a wedding ring, but that didn't stop him from all this. Hes been a "Client" since I started out at 14, he was the guy who payed top dollar to do anything he wanted with me, without any shame.

"Look I know your tired, but one last one, hes actually paying more than Mike, he wants you in the shower, so hurry up."

I felt my eyes start to water, I was tired, I had just finished with Mike, and before Mike, their were two other guys, I was seriously exhausted.

"Jay . . . please can I just sleep."

I plead, looking into his eyes, begging with the little puddles in them.

"Hurry up!"

He raises his voice, and slams the door shut, making my body jump. I lay back down and look up at the ceiling, I didn't agree to this, any of this, it just happened. Jay never exactly asked, he demanded, but even though I didn't agree to this, I still felt like I had to. He took me in at 10 years old, he feeds me everyday, her buys me clothes, even though I work for that money, he helps me, so I have no choice.

I wipe the small tear from my eye and take a deep breath, shakingly exhaling. I grab the sheets, not wanting to look at my body anymore, and stand up off the bed. I wince at the sorness between my legs, making my eyes close for a couple of seconds. When the pain subsides a little, I move one foot in front of the other, slowly making my way to the door and grabbing the robe I use to walk out naked. I put it on my body and tie the strings,making sure none of my private areas are showing. I grab the doorknob and slowly twist it, slightly preparing myself for whats to come. I step out of my room and see Jay. Hes sitting down on his kitchen table, eating some eggs and toast. He takes a bite of his toast and looks up at me.

"Ready?"

I look at him, giving him a little nod. He nods and picks up his plate and fork, walking over to the door.

"Im gonna get him, pound on the wall when your ready for him."

I don't say anything, I just watch him walk out of the door. I make my way over to the other door and open it, stepping into the bathroom. I turn on the light and look around the room. The dim light, the light blue walls, the white bathrub and shower curtain. I close my eyes as I strip myself of the robe, letting it fall to the ground and kicking it to the side. I walk over to the sink, and look in the mirror. When I woke up in the morning, my face didn't look like this, I didn't have a big dark purple bite mark on my cheek, my hair wasn't tangled, my mascara wasn't smuged, my eyes weren't tired, and my face wasn't pale, but this is how I always looked at the end of the day, except, the new bite mark, Mike got to carried away today.

I sigh and turn my head to the side, opening up the medicine cabinet, and grabbing the strip of condoms. I take off two of them and look at them, the shiny material. I turn back around and take the couple of steps over to the shower, stepping into the tub and turning the water on. Through the thin walls, I hear out front door slam closed. I tilt my head under the water and let the scolding hot liquid run down my face, you would think it would burn right? It didn't, at least not anymore, once you have been through hell with pain, everything that looks like its supposed to hurt you, or is proven to cause a little pain, doesn't. I was used to the burn, I was used to the cuts, the hits, the bruises, I was used to it all.

I take a small step, letting my whole body get covered in water, letting it wash away all the sweat, blood, and other things I was only going to let shower me again. When my body was rinsed, I lift my head up, and close my eyes, bringing my fist to the wall. I take a deep breath and bring my hand back, pounding the wall hard 3 times, letting Jay know I was ready. I keep my hand on the wall, feeling my body ache, just to lay down for once, and sleep throught the night, but for Jay, money was money, its what kept a roof over our heads, its what got me high sometimes, it was clothed me, fed me, helped me, us survive.

I heard the sound of the bathroom door open, then close. I could hear every move this guy made, taking small steps to the tub, unbuckling his belt, the sound of his zipper being pulled down, his pants falling to the floor, everything. But when I heard the curtains being pulled back, the rings sliding against the metal rod, my eyes opened. I could feel his body step inside the tub, and I could feel his breath on my neck. I lift my head slowly and in the corner of my eye, I see him shut the curtain, his huge hand, on the curtain. I close my eyes again, feeling the tears starting to form in my eyes. I feel his arm grab mines and I-

I feel fingers wrap around my arm, making my body react. I turn around and for a second, I see the same guy that was in the shower, and feel my eyes water. Before I can even think, I bring my my fist and hit him in the nose, watching him tumble back on the ground. My anger taking the best of me, making me crawl over his body and wrap my arms around his throat, watching his face struggle.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

I scream, tightening my grip on him. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, pulling me off him. I shake my head and keep screaming how much I hate him, but when my body slams back down onto the floor, my head hitting the tile, everything was gone, and my eyes went black.

Sara POV:

When I saw Tegan hit Judy, my body froze, but when I saw Judy fall, and Tegan climbed ontop of her, wrapping her fingers around her neck, I saw something different in Tegans eyes. I saw that she wasn't going to stop, thats when my body reacted. When I got to Judy, she was struggling to find her breath, and grabbing around her neck, touching it, making sure all of that was even real. When I turned to my side, I saw Tegan lying there, her eyes closed, a small amount of blood leaving her head, and washing down the drain. All the patients stood there, while all the nurses came to Judy, making sure she was okay. What caught my eye is how no one, not even a patient went to help Tegan, the girl who was laying naked in the middle of the tile, blood leaving her head.

"Sara, take Tegan back to her room!"

I look up at Holly, her body hovered over Judy.

"Go, Mindy call Cathy!"

Holly shouts, I turn around and look at Tegan, her eyes starting to flutter and her head stiring. I stand up and walk over to her, kneeling down, I pick up her head and she groans, the pain probably to much. I sigh and look at her, that wasn't her. Something triggered her to do that to Judy, it wasn't her "Personality disorder". I look down to her body, all the bruises, all the cuts, I had to get her out of here. I move over a little, and look at her body again, she didn't look that heavy. I put one of my arms under her neck, grabbing onto her shoulder, then put the other under her legs, with all my might, all my energy, I lift us up, feeling my breath already become ragged. I grunt as I make sure I have her body fully in my arms, I was weak, but I did this all the time with my brother, a guy who weighed 170 pounds, I think I could handle her. I start to walk when I see Cathy at the door, she looks at me, then down to Tegans body, her breathing heavy.

"I opened her door for you."

She says to me, right before she rushes inside the room and runs to Judy. I look down at Tegan again, her head still stirring, the feeling of her blood sinking into the thermal on my arm. I look back up and start to walk, making my way out of the shower room. When I get into the hall, I see Ralph and Ted, walking behind their food carts, pushing them to the cafeteria. I keep walking and Ted looks at me, his eyes grow wide and he lets go of his cart, rushing over to me.

"Give her to me."

He says, seeing me slightly struggle with her body in my arms, I nod and he replaces my arms with his. I bring my arms back down to my side, feeling them shake from her weight.

"Where do you want her?"

I walk in front of him and he follows me. As we keep walking we pass Ralph, he looks at me and then to Ted.

"Why is she naked?"

Ralph calls out, I ignore him and get in front of Tegans door. Ted looks at me, and I walk inside the room, standing close to the wall.

"Lay her on the bed."

I tell him, her nods and gently leans down, placing Tegans body on the bed. I look at him and see the blood on his arm from her head.

"Its fine, I have extra shirts in my locker, do you need anymore help?"

I nod my head and look at Tegan.

"Can you get me the First Aid Kit under the nurses desk?"

He nods and walks out of the room. I sigh and look up and down Tegans body, she actually had a really beautiful body, even with the tattoos, it was silky, it looked soft?

"Here."

I snap out of my thoughts and whip my head around, I see Ted, holding out the box for me. I grab it and he looks at me.

"Anything else?"

He asks me, I shake my head and he nods.

"Are you sure?"

"Yea, Just . . . close the door for me please?"

He looks at me like Im crazy, but I look at him and he just nods.

"O-Okay."

He turns around walks out of the door, looking at me as he pushes it slowly. When the door clicks, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I must look crazy, I was in the room with the most "Dangerous Patient" in the ward, no sedater, nothing. I set the kit down on the bed, and sit down on the edge, looking at her face. She looked so lifeless, like she was . . . dead, but her steady breathing was the only thing reasuring me that she was in fact alive. I move up a little closer, and reach my hand down to her forhead. I blink and see Bryan, his face relaxed, his body lifeless, and his breathing steady, and it made a tear form in my eye when I blinked and it went all away. Why did she remind me of him? She didn't look like him, she didn't talk like him, they just felt like one though.

She starts to groan and move her head, her face scrunching up. It must hurt. I grab her head and bring my hand under it, lifting it up. She stirs in my hand and her eyes start to flutter.

"Tegan?"

I say low, trying my best not to startle her, trying not to scare her, then let her hurt me. Her eyes slowly open and she looks at me through her gaze.

"Mom?"

She says low, her voice already raspy. I bring my other hand up and push the wet hair away from her face, she was actually very . . . beautiful.

"No, its me Tegan . . . Sara."

She closes her eyes and I see a small smile forms on her face.

"Thats such a pretty name."

She mumbles, I chuckle and she opens her eyes again, this time, they weren't dazed, they were clear, big, wide.

"My head hurts."

She says, I nod and look at her.

"You fell and hit your head."

She moves her head from my hand and winces, she brings her hand up and touches the back of her head, her hand slightly colliding with mines. When she brings her hand to her face, she see's the small drop of blood. She sighs and starts to sit up, when I see her body wobble.

"Maybe you should lay down, let me fix you up."

She looks at me, and looks down, eyeing my pockets. When she looks back up at me, thats when I realise what shes looking for. I smile weakly and shake my head.

"I don't have one this time."

She eyes me, then looks back down.

"Your lying."

She says, cold and low. I shake my head and grab her hand, she flinches and I look into her eyes. She relaxes her hand and I pull her hand into my big pocket, letting her feel the empty space. She looks up at me and I smile.

"I told you . . ."

She looks back down, and suddenly, I feel her hand turn over inside the pocket, my hand stays still as she brings her hand to mines. She keeps her eyes on our hands inside the pocket, never once looking at me, as she gets her index finger and brings it to my palm, lighting tracing small figure 8's into my skin. I watch her eyes, as she watches our hands, looking at them like an experiment, a wonderful experiment. I start to smile to myself, she was trusting me.

"Sara?"

I hear a familiar voice and I pull my hand away and turn my head to the door. I see Cathys face through the small chunk of glass, and then I hear the door lock being fiddled with. I keep my eyes on the door as it opens and she comes into plain sight. She looks at me, then to my hand behind Tegans head. I look at her and she has a pair of clothes in one hand, and a small package on top. She walks over to me and look at Tegan.

"Your getting written up Quin."

I look at Tegan and see her eyes fall to my pants, looking at them. I look back up and Cathy shakes her head, turning to me.

"After you clean her up, dress her."

She places everything on the bed and turns on her heals, walking out. She turns around and looks at me before closing the door.

"Its unlocked, so when you come out lock it."

I nod and she slams the door shut, I can hear her footsteps walking away. I sigh and grab the stuff, pulling them onto my lap. Suddenly, I feel a grip on my knee, I look down and see Tegans hand, her knuckles white. I look at her face, her eyes wide, as she eyes something. I follow her gaze and stop when I see it, the small packaged sedater, sitting there, the needle shining under her light in her room. I look back at her, and she has a small tear in her eye, she looks up at me and I shake my head.

"I won't use it . . . I promise."

She looks at me in the eyes, probably praying that Im not tricking her, but I could see the fear she had in her eyes, she was afraid of this needle, so bad. I lay her head back down on the small plastic pillow she has and notice how her head goes right through it, no fluffiness in it at all. I make a mental note to get her another one, then I reach down, suprised my hands not covered in blood and grab the package. She flinches and I look at her.

"Its fine."

I say as I open the package, thats when I see her start to squirm, she shakes her head and moves away from me to the wall, her lips trembling, her eyes watering.

"Please . . . don't."

She says, letting the first tear fall. I nod and she chokes on a sob, I look at the needle. I grab the trigger and push it up, squeezing all the medicine out of the needle and onto the ground. I look at the ground, the little droplets all on the green floor. I reach over and put the needle down on the little built in shelf, and turn around. Her tears were gone, her body was still tense though, and her eyes were glued to mines.

I smile at her weakly and she starts to move back to me, closer than before. She keeps her eyes on mines as her body starts to tremble, goosebumps rising on her skin. I look at her and put my hand back on her forhead, this time, she didn't flinch. I push back her bangs again and look a t her face.

"Let me clean you up okay?"

She nods and I smile.

"Can you sit up for me really quickly, let me check your head."

She obeys and sits up, grabbing onto my pants, her eyes slightly rolling.

"Dizzy?"

I ask her, she nods and speaks low.

"Yea. . ."

I nod and she looks up at me, I smile quickly, and gently push her head down, looking at her scalp, digging through her thick hair, finding the small cut, causing all the blood. I look at it and lift her head back up.

"You have a small cut, want me to call the ambulance?"

I joke with her, she chuckles lightly and looks down at my pants again. I feel her grip loosen on my thigh and then I feel her fingers lightly dancing across my pants.

As I continued to clean her head, taking off all the blood with little alcohol towelets, I finally finish, and put a little ointment on it to stop the bleeding. When I finish, I smile, she was still letting her fingers trace my thigh. I lift her head up and smile at her.

"All done."

She nods and I see her goosebumps rise again. I place my hands on her arms and rub them, trying to warm her.

"Lets get you changed yea?"

She nods and I stand up, her hand falling from my thigh. I turn around towards her, and grab the shirt, unfolding it and holding it out for her. She takes it, and puts it on herself, the material hanging loosely off her shoulders. I grab her pants and unfold those too. She swings her legs over the edge and starts to stand up, when I see her body get wobbly, swaying from side to side. I shake my head and sit her back down, making her lay down like before.

"I'll put them on for you."

She looks at me, and brings her forearm over her eyes, sheidling herself away. I look down her legs and see the small patch of curls, suddenly feeling slightly weird, a tingly feeling in my stomach. I shake the thoughts away, and lean down, placing both of her feet into the holes and sliding them up her legs, stopping at her knees. Before I ask her, she lifts up her hips and her body rises off the bed, and I pull them up to her waist. She sets her hips back down and I hear a small sob escape from her throat.

Tegan POV:

When she said she would put my pants on for me, I don't know why, but I got a flashback of my past, the guys faces as they pulled my pants down, but when I blinked, I saw Sara, and I felt . . . okay? I tried to shield my eyes, not wanting her to see my tears, but I fail.

"Tegan . . . are you okay?"

I have never told anyone what I have been through, never, not even my therapist here. I wasn't about to tell her, even though out of everyone, shes been the nicest.

"I just . . . want to sleep."

I say, I did, I was tired, I knew what tomorrow would have in store for me, not only was it Friday, but after what happened with Judy, I new I was going to be in trouble with Dr. Renolds.

I lift my arm from my eyes and she looks at me, nodding.

"You don't want to eat lunch?"

I shake my head, the thought of food making my stomach want to hurl. She nods again and smiles at me.

"If you need anything then . . . just call out my name?"

She asks, for once, I looked at her, and saw a different look, a look no one had ever given me before. It had hope in it? Like she was hoping I said yes, like she was hoping to see me?

"Yea . . . o-okay."

I nod and she smiles bigger. She grabs all her things, the trash, the empty syringe, and starts to walk to the door.

"Im gonna tell them that . . . I sedated you. . . so they won't bother you."

She says, her head facing the door. She turns around to me and nods.

"So you won't get in trouble today?"

Why was she so nice, it was killing me.

"Thanks."

She nods and pushes open the door, walking out. When the door closes, I see her eyes through the thick glass and she looks at me. She smiles bigger and waves sweetly. I couldn't help but chuckle a little, she was kind of . . . adorable in a way? But she was still a nurse, still someone who thought I was crazy. She walks away, her smile disappearing and I smile a little, looking at where her face was just moments ago.

She was so pretty, her hair was shiny, her body was nice, and her smile, her smile was just unbelievable.

Sara POV:

I havent seen Tegan since this afternoon, when I left her room from cleaning her up. I tried to check on her twice, but I got called by Cathy each time. Right now, Im clocking out already, its already time for me to leave home.

I grab the small paper from my cubby and look at it, placing it under the small stamper, hearing the clunking noise. I set it back down inside my cubby and turn around. I look at Holly and Cathy, both on their computers.

"So, what time do I come in tomorrow?"

I ask them, Cathy shakes her head and looks up at me.

"You have the day off tomorrow, you come in Saturday at 9:30 again."

I nod and she smiles.

"Your get to work visiting hours, since Judys not gonna be here."

I nod and remember this morning. After I came back from Tegans room, they said Tegan had broke Judys nose, so Dr. Renolds sent her home for the week, letting her heal up.

"So, since were gonna be one girl short, your gonna have to start working night shifts starting Monday, is that okay with you?"

I nod my head and she smiles.

"Alright, go on home."

"Alright, bye guys, see you Saturday."

They both wave me away and I start to walk back down the hall. Today was tiring, I just couldn't wait to sleep in tomorrow. I keep walking through the hall and spot Tegans door. I look around and see no one in the halls, making it okay, even though it wasn't wrong. I walk over to her door, her light still on. I get on my tip toes and peek in through the thick glass. She was sitting on her bed, criss crossed, her head down and her index finger tracing things into her sheets. I smile, and bring my hand to her door, using my index finger to lightly tap on her door. Her head lifts up and she looks at the door, trailing her eyes up to mines through the glass. I smile at her and she smiles lightly. I wait there for a couple of seconds, just looking at her. She finally stands up, and slowly walks over to the door, her face leveled with mines. She looks at me and I smile big.

"Feeling better?"

I whisper to her through the door, she looks at me and nods. I nod and smile bigger.

"Thats good."

She doesn't say anything, she just stares at me, looking into my eyes. After a minute, I feel my cheeks grow hot, was I blushing? I shake it away and she finally says something.

"Will you be here . . . Tomorrow?"

I look at her, and shake my head, sighing.

"No, on Saturday though."

I watch as her small smile turns down, her face now drooped. I feel my heart slowly twitch and I try to cheer her up.

"How about Saturday, I bring you a turkey sandwhich for lunch? Would you like that?"

I see her face light up a little again and she nods. I nod and smile.

"Okay, well Im gonna go home now, I'll see you saturday okay?"

She nods and I look at her in the eyes.

"Be good tomorrow okay?"

She nods again, and I smile, turning around and starting to walk away.

"Bye Sara."

I hear her small voice and I feel my heart pump. I turn around to say bye back, but her face wasn't in front of the glass anymore.

"Bye Tegan."

30 Minutes later

I ride up the elevator of my apartment building, my eyes staring at the metal doors. I felt so bad for Tegan, I felt like she was alone, even though she was alone, but still. Hopefully I get to meet her family on Saturday when they come to visit her, maybe talk to them a little about Tegan, and her condition. The doors finally open and I step out of the elevator, walking down to my door. After minutes of searching through my purse, I finally find my keys, and unlock my door. I step inside my apartment and drop all my thing to the side. I close my door and sigh, starting to walk to my fridge. I open the door, and grab another beer, maybe I should go grocery shopping. I feel my stomach growl as I look at my empty shelves, nothing to eat. I groan and turn around, grabbing the bottle opener and opening the beer. I take a small sip and suddenly hear a knock on my door. I slowly make my way over to the door, and without looking through the little peep whole, I open it. I look out and see Ben, holding a huge pizza box in his hand, and in the other, a 12 pack of Pepsi. I smile and lean against the door, looking at him.

"Hey Sara, are you busy?"

I look around my empty aprtment, and then back to him.

"Yea, me and all my guests."

He laughs and shakes his head.

"Well, I was wondering, If you wanted to have some dinner, because I kinda have to talk to you."

I nod my head and move out of his way, letting him in. He walks in, and I close the door behind him. I turn around and he sets the Pizza on the coffee table in the living room. I walk over to him and he plops down on the couch, grabbing a can of Pepsi. I sit down a couple inches away from him, and bring one knee up to my chest, tucking the other under my bum. I turn to him and he smiles, looking at me up and down.

"Just got off work?"

He raises his eyebrow and I look down, still in my scrubs. I chuckle and nod.

"Let me change, hold on."

I get up from the couch and walk towards my room. I get inside and close the door, walking to my dresser. I strip off my clothes and toss them into my hamper, then open my drawers, grabbing a plain black Muscle shirt, and a pair of gray shorts, slipping them on, and grabbing a pair of socks. I walk out of my room, after checking myself out a little in the mirror, and walk back to the couch. I plop down again, taking the same position as before and laugh at Ben. He was eating a slice of Pizza, the cheese hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Get some."

I nod and reach down to the box, grabbing a slice and digging in. As we ate, we talked about everything that happened to me at work today. I told him about Tegan and how all the nurses seem to hate her and all that, all he did was shake his head though and shrug it away.

"So, what did you need to talk to me about Ben?"

She shifts in his spot and looks down, then up to me.

"I got called in to work on Saturday night, I won't be able to go out."

I look at him and then look down to the ground. Its been a while since I've been out on a date, I was kind of looking foward to it, see what he has to offer me.

"And I know you have to work tomorrow, so I just wanted to make this night up to you, Im sorry Sara."

I shake my head and smile at him.

"I don't work tomorrow, I have the day off."

He lifts his head up and looks at me, a small smile on his face.

"Really?"

I nod and he nods, smiling big.

"So . . . can I stay for a while?"

He asks, I chuckle and look at him. Like I said he was handsome, he was nice, he was basically every girls perfect guy, maybe I need to stop putting him in the friend zone, and maybe start putting him in the date zone.

I shift my body closer to him, and keep my eyes on him, watching him as he watches me. I feel our arms touch and our thighs brush against eachother. He looks down from my eyes to my lips, lightly licking his. I hesitate for a second, then lean in, he meets me halfway and our lips connect, slowly moving. He slips his tongue into my mouth and I feel my body slightly ease, as I bring my hands up and cup his jaw, feeling the stubble under my palms. I start to lean back on my couch, pulling him with me, and opening my legs, letting him rest his body between them. I keep kissing him, our tongues sliding together, when he pulls away slowly. He looks at me, and searches my face.

"Can I . . . stay the night?"

He asks, his voice shakey, obviously afraid to be rejected by me and look stupid. I bring my hand to his lips and lightly trace them with my finger, feeling the roughness in them, the strongness in them, maybe to much sterness in them, but I lean up and kiss him again. Our tongues once again reuniting, thats when I mumble into his mouth.

"Stay the Night Ben."