A/N Sorry this wasn't up yesterday, I share a room and my sister was there yesterday and I can't write unless I'm by myself. Any reviews are appreciated xoxox.

After the final bell of school rang the group of friends gathered around in the foyer of the school.

"So what's the plan? I'm assuming we're all going to see Jade." Tori states looking expectantly at the group and is answered with a chorus of agreements. "Okay, so who's driving?"

"I will." André says. "I promise my grandma won't be in my car this time though." He added defensively after the looks the gang was giving him.

"Okay, lets go. I wanna see Jadey." Cat whined. The group of friends complied and led Cat out of the school and towards André's car. Halfway there, Beck stopped and pulled out the keys to his truck.

"Guys, I think I'm going to drive myself there." Beck said as he scratched the back of his neck and the group nodded in agreement.

"Okay, we'll see you there."

"Um, excuse me miss." Tori spoke to the lady at the reception desk. "We were wondering what room Jade West is in, could you tell us?" She asked with a soft smile. The receptionist clicked on her keyboard for what seemed like forever to the group of friends.

"Room 335, left wing, second floor." She acknowledged.

"Thanks, but could you maybe tell us why she's there?" Tori asked as she knitted her eyebrows together. A few more moments passed as the receptionist clicked on her keyboard. Her indifference toward the group of friends changed as she scanned the typed document on Jade West.

"Oh, darlings. You know I can't disclose that information. She'll have to tell you herself." She smiled sympathetically and patted Tori's hand. Beck breathed a sigh of relief. She can't be that bad if the receptionist said she'll tell us herself. But a nagging voice at the back of his mind kept telling him she was only a receptionist not a nurse, so how would she know what was happening. No she's fine he kept telling himself, almost like mantra "Jade is okay. Jade is fine."

After every step Beck took on the white vinyl tiles, the knot in his stomach tightened. How could he walk into that room? He's never seen Jade hurt in any way. The thought of her being hurt brought out the protective side of him. He wished he could shield her from the world. And the thought occurred to him that if he shielded from all hurt, he'd have to shield her from himself. He knew he hurt Jade more than once. As they draw nearer to the door Beck sees the blaring black numbers reading 335 and his pace slows but his heart races. He has no idea what he's going to see behind the door and he realizes that he's scared. Beck Oliver is scared. Every time someone has said he's scared of nothing has been a lie because in this moment he is petrified. Just as he's about to tell his friends they can go in without him, Richard West walks out of the door looking disgruntled. His normally clean-shaven face is past it's 5 o'clock shadow and his wrinkled shirt is untucked.

"Ah, you all must be Jade's friends." He says with an air of cautiousness. He recognized Cat and Beck, but the other faces didn't quite click in his mind.

"Yeah, we were just wondering what had happened to Jade. Sikowitz told us that she was in the hospital but he didn't tell us why." Tori said tentatively, not sure if this man was Jade's father.

"Sikowitz?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow. It came as no shock to Beck that Jade's father had no idea who Sikowitz was even though he was her favourite teacher. "Jade's sedated right now for the pain. You could see her if you like, but she's not apt to be awake, or even if she was, she wouldn't remember that you were there. And the rare times she's awake she's very irritable." The tone in which Richard said everything gave the group of friends a feeling he didn't want them to see Jade. As they glanced around at each other, they reached an understanding that it was time for them to leave.

"I guess we'll leave then, but could you at least tell us what happened?" André requested what everyone was wondering. They've gone hours knowing something was wrong but they didn't know what.

"I think it will be better if Jade told you herself later on when she's feeling more up to it." Richard responded with a tight smile clasping his hands in front of him. "I'll make sure to call you when she's feeling better." He says brushing by them heading towards the elevator. The door knob of the room beckons to the friends. Tori puts out her hand as if to grab the handle, but thinks better of it and withdraws,

"We better not. She'd have our heads on a stick." Tori said trying to lighten the mood. "We can always come back when she's feeling better, right?"

"I guess." Cat says wistfully looking at the door that had her best friend behind it. As the group walks down the hallway filled with nurses bustling about clutching clipboards they notice Beck has lingered at the door labelled 335.

"Hey, man, are you coming?" André calls to him

"Nah, I think I'll stay for a bit." Beck says in almost a whisper. The friends look at each other shaking their heads as they continue their path down the busy hospital corridor. Beck stays standing outside the door, one hand on the doorknob the other buried in his hair. He doesn't know if he should do it, he's allowed to care for Jade anymore. He lost that privilege when he didn't open the door months ago. But he had to do this, he had to know she was okay. Beck inhales deeply and swings the door open and steps into the dimly lit room the door clicking softly behind him.

When he fist sees her the hospital bed had been positioned so she was half sitting up. His eyes dart directly to her head, her soft hair was splayed around her, void of any coloured extensions. His eyes slowly followed inwards, looking first at her eyes closed gently, eyelashes brushing the top of her cheekbones. They trail down to her pink lips releasing breaths in a slow rhythm until they reach the bruise flowering along her jaw. A multitude of purples combined to make one large painting, her pale skin being the canvas. His eyes keep trailing and they reach her delicate neck with 5 rings each in garish shade of colour, colours that should not be on someone's body. The bruises continue on down her body each the size of a man's hand. His eyes stop at the hemline of her hospital gown, but he knew more bruises would follow.

As Beck steps closer to her bed the more he wants to reach out and clasp her hand. What had happened to his Jade? The obvious answer blared in his mind but he couldn't accept it. Not to her, not to his Jade. But the brown clipboard swinging ever so slightly at the end of her bed stood out against the whiteness of the room. He shouldn't read it, he knew that. But his hand reached out automatically and grasped the clipboard filled with all the information he wanted to know. Beck began reading the sheets and wished he hadn't.

Admitted May 1st. Brought in from Elderberry Park.

Broken Ribs, possible organ bruising, obvious bruising around the whole body from a physical assault.

Foresenic Evidence Kit has been used on patient.

Beck's head starts to spin and one word sticks out. Rape. Jade has been raped. How could this have happened to his girl? Even if she didn't want him near her he still should have protected her. He's not sure how, but all he can think about is how he should have stopped it. The words ring in his head, and they repeat themselves over and over again. His world spins and a darkness fills him. He'd never expect anything like this to happen, and he's fucking angry. Angry at everything because this wasn't fair. His thoughts don't stop until he hears a crunch and he's holding two pieces of the clipboard and small voice from the bed calls out.

"Beck?"