Sara POV

We've been at the hospital since 3 o'clock in the morning. It was now 11 pm, and Tegan and mum fell asleep. As tired as I was, I couldn't sleep. I don't know how mum could sleep sitting up in a chair. My mind was in so many different places, so I decided to take a walk. I was thinking of everything that happened today when I remembered I needed to call Emy back. She was probably freaking out.

"Sara! Finally! What took you so long to call me back? I just drove in. is everything okay? What happened?"

"Everything's okay right now. Tegan sort of broke down and ended up hurting herself real bad. But listen, I need you to do me a favour."

"Sure, what is it?"

"I need you to pick me up, and take me back to Tegan's apartment and help me clean up the mess before she comes home."

"Right now?"

"Yeah, is that okay?"

"That's fine. I'm on my way. I'll be there in 15."

Emy picked me up just a few minutes later. On the way to Tegans house, Emy asked a bunch of questions about what had happened. She said she had heard a few details of the incident from Ted, who found out from Mum. I knew Mum would tell everyone.

When we got to the apartment, Emy wasn't expecting this much of a mess.

"Holy shit! This is so much worse than you described it to be! How are we supposed to clean this mess up without hurting ourselves?"

"I think there's some gloves underneath the kitchen sink, along with some trash bags. I'll get them."

After I got the gloves and trash bags, Emy and I started to clean up. We were leaving for the tour in only four days, and I wondered if Tegan would be okay by then. If she'd be able to play the guitar with her stitches, and what would we tell the fans? I had no clue. I spent so much time answering everyone else's questions; I didn't even have time to think about my own.

Tegan POV

That morning, I left the hospital. I came home to a clean apartment, but Sara and Emy were constantly watching me. I felt like a baby. My Mum was calling me every hour to see how I was doing, I know they're just trying to keep me safe but it annoys me to not be able to cry wherever or whenever I want. I enjoy crying; it gives me a relief, and keeps me sane. I'm on a bunch of medication; some low dose pain pills, I'm banned from taking Vicodin (I understand why,) Sleeping pills, and then some more for depression. Sara's in charge of monitoring my pills, and hides them in case I "have an episode" and take too many. Like I said; I feel so much like a baby.

We've been on tour for a week now, and have already played 5 shows. After tonight's show, we all decided to go to a bar just a few blocks away from the venue. I was now sitting on a barstool talking with the bartender; I had already had a shot of Tequila and was just about finished with my bottle of beer. I asked the bartender for another beer when Sara came up out of no where

"Cancel that order please."

"Sara, what the fuck?" buzz kill

"You shouldn't even be drinking with all the medication you take, and yet you're already drunk."

" I'm not fucking drunk. You're not my damn mother, JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!" I admit I didn't need to scream that last part. I'm just sick of her constantly being around me when all I need is space from her. She's practically the reason I'm like this.

"NO, FUCK YOU TEGAN. I'M JUST TRYING TO SAVE YOUR ASS. YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH."

Sara stormed away with steam shooting out her ears. I got up and left the bar, looking for where the bus parked. I can't even think straight. I was feeling so many emotions, and that shot of Tequila was only intensifying them, making it worse. All I want to do is sleep, so when I got back to the bus, that's what I did.

Sara POV

Fuck her. All she ever does is cause problems. She's going to fuck herself up even more with how she's been acting. Why do I even care? I shouldn't. I know that the accident could be why I've been so caring, but I know there's something more to it. I just don't know what. Where is she now? Damn you, Tegan.

I found Emy sitting in a booth with Shaun. They were deep into conversation, laughing and smiling. I discreetly slid into the booth, trying not to interrupt their conversation. I was swigging on what was my 3rd beer that night. At around 1 AM, the rest of the crew and I went back to the bus to settle in for the night.