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To Talk Or Not To Talk

She screamed hard. Threw her arms out in the air to try and push them off. All of them. This had no affect on them though. They had paid for this and they wanted it. They were not about to let that up. Not now. Not for slaps or punches. Not for screaming. If anything the screaming made them want to go harder, do more. The screaming made if worse. Faced with this situation though, all you would ever want to do is scream. Scream hard.

And she did.

Peyton screamed as hard as she could while bolting up right in the bed. Breathing heavily she looked around the room confused. This was not the room she thought she was in, this was not the room she was screaming in. That room was dark and cold, evil looking. This room though seemed bare, but warm, almost inviting, and there was that voice. That voice that Peyton couldn't quite make out but knew it was from something or someone good. Angelic almost.

"Peyton! Peyton! Hey Peyt calm down. It's me. It's Brooke. Your okay." There was a brunet girl rubbing her arms up and down steadying her, trying to get her attention. Brooke. It was Brooke. Her angel was Brooke.

Peyton turned her head to look at Brooke square in the eyes. She saw safety there. She always saw safely there. Brooke was like her anchor. She could keep her levelled. And she was. She was doing that right now. Just through looking into Brookes eyes Peyton's mind was catching up with her. She was in hospital with Brooke. She had fallen asleep in Brookes arms last night and her friend must have stayed the night with her. It was morning now, not the darkness of night that she was screaming in. A dream. It must have been a dream.

"See your okay P. Sawyer. You back with me yet?" Brooke said offering her friend a reassuring smile when she could see that Peyton was looking at her and paying attention to what she was saying.

Peyton nodded, returning her friends smile. "Yeah. Sorry. Weird dream I guess." Peyton said with a shrug, she didn't really know how to explain what just happened. She couldn't explain it truthfully without telling Brooke about everything that was going on. She couldn't tell Brooke. She wouldn't be able to the stand the way Brooke would look at her if she knew what she had done. What she had to do. What she will most probably have to do when she leaves the hospital.

As much as Peyton hated hospitals she hated knowing what was going to happen to her when she left more. It worried her. She was worried things would get worse than they already were. If that was even possible.

"Want to talk about it?" Brooke asked, noticing that the blonde has become lost in thought. Brooke really hoped her friend would open up to her. Seeing Peyton like this worried her. Her friend used to be so care free. Now though she seemed so afraid. So afraid and fragile. It just wasn't the Peyton that Brooke knew. She would do anything to get her best friend back to the way she once was.

"It was just a dream. Doesn't matter now." Peyton said shaking her head and looking down to the bed spread. Brooke could see she wasn't going to get anything out of her friend. The conversation in Peyton's eyes about her dream had ended, and her walls surrounding herself had gone up in defence to prove this point.

"Morning girls." said a bright cheery voice entering the room. It was the nurse from a few days beforehand who had helped Peyton out when her biological mother was distressing her. The nurse had also been in to see Peyton the other day and had introduced herself as Marie.

"Got your breakfast here with me Peyton. Doctor Hodges would like you to eat at least half of what is on the tray here. Try not to throw it all over your mother this time when she gets here." Marie said with a chuckle, causing both Brooke and Peyton to smirk at each other before Peyton looked back at Marie with an innocent face. "Accident?" She said with a shrug referring to yesterdays incident.

Brooke chuckled. She wished she had been there to see the look on Ellie's face. Priceless she thought it would have been. Brooke watched as Marie wheeled in a small bed trolley with a tray on it and placed it in front of her friend before smiling at them again and turning to the door once again.

"Ill be back later to see how your doing and check you over." Marie said before exiting the room. Brooke and Peyton both moved around on the bed till they were comfortable in front of the trolley leaning against the headboard of the bed with pillows propping them both up.

"So then Blondie." Brooke said turning to her best friend. "Lets see what delights await Ellie's clothes today." She said smirking at her friend before lifting the lid of the tray to reveal Peyton's hospital breakfast. Brooke had to admit it looked better than the usual rubbish they served up. Then again, with a patient like Peyton, who had stopped eating, it would be important to at least and try to make the food look more appetising.

On the tray was scrambled eggs and bacon with cooked tomatoes mushrooms and two slices a brown toast with butter. Quite a large breakfast for anyone to get through, let alone Peyton. It did look good though Brooke thought as she watched Peyton pick up the fork to the side of the plate of food on the tray.

Peyton stabbed at the scrambled egg with her fork and added some mushroom on the bottom before lifting the fork and taking a bite. She looked to the side to notice Brooke watching her. She swallowed her bite quickly then took a swig of the cup of orange juice that was next to her plate.

"You want some?" She said to Brooke offering the fork.

"Maybe later, when you have eaten at least half of it like the doctor said." Brooke replied with a wink before leaning over the side of the bed to retrieve the magazine she had left there on the floor the other day.

Peyton watched as Brooke picked up her magazine from the floor and settled herself on the bed next to her again. She let out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding in. She was glad it seemed as though Brooke was going to stay with her today. After what happened yesterday she wasn't looking forward to seeing Ellie today. Peyton knew she would be angry, as much as she disliked her biological mother, and did find it just a little bit amusing to wind her up, she didn't like it when she was angry. Something in her completely changed, it was as though a rage inside of her took over.

With that thought still in her mind Peyton turned back to her breakfast and slowly started eating again, not sure how much of it she would get through, or be able to keep down for that matter.

It was now late afternoon at the hospital, and it seemed that Peyton's spirits were high today as Brooke was still with her. Her best friend had not left her side for longing than a toilet break since she had turned up last night.

They were both sat on the bed looking through the same large book Brooke had been looking through the other day. It was full of photos and writing and sketches as well as plenty of other things too. The one thing all the items in the book had in common, which looked like a large scrap book, was that they seemed to be Brooke and Peyton at different times in their lives.

The two girls had spent the best part of an hour looking through the book, and appeared to only be half way through if even that due to the fact that every time they turned a page there was a different story to be retold and laughed at from their friendship.

The girls were laughing hard at a particular story when Doctor Hodges walked into the room with a folder of papers in her arms.

She looked up from her folder and smiled at the sight, she knew as soon as she met both these girls that it would be Brooke who would be there for Peyton the most through her troubles. They had a chemistry that was unbreakable. It had surprised her the other day when the brunet was not with her patient, she was not sure what had happened though as she had not been able to get Peyton to talk to her.

As nice as it was to see young friends this close it was also worrying for Doctor Hodges. Peyton could quite easily fall again just as quickly as she had started to recover if that connection was lost. This was something she would need to talk to Brooke about.

However for now that could wait, she wanted to deliver the good news to her patient before addressing these other worries that she had.

"Hello again Peyton, Brooke." She said addressing the girls as she continued into the room and up to Peyton's bed. "I have some good news for you." She finished.

Seeing that the girls had now placed the large scrap book down onto the bed and were giving her their full attention Doctor Hodges smiled at them both.

" I've been happy with the progress you've been making. You've recovered well from the illness you had and your appetite seems to be healthier. Providing that this stays the same over the next couple of days I would be happy to release you on Saturday. I do have one condition though." Doctor Hodges said moving closer to the girls.

"I would like for you to come back and see me once a week every week on Mondays for therapy. As well as being a Doctor on this ward I am also a psychiatrist." Doctor Hodges explained.

"Now I know your not crazy Peyton." Doctor Hodges continued, holding up her hand when she saw Peyton was about to fight the condition.

"But you have recently had a lot of trauma in your life, and I believe this may be the reason you were finding it hard to eat. I would like for us to deal with this together." Doctor Hodges finished, watching Peyton closely to see her reaction. Out of the corner of her eye she could she Brooke doing the same thing, obviously wondering what her friend would think of the condition.

"If I stay longer can I not do the therapy." Peyton asked with a raised eyebrow, challenging what would happen.

"If you stay longer you would still be doing the therapy but in your hospital room rather than my office across town. Believe me its nicer there." Doctor Hodges said with a smile, letting her patient know that she serious about the therapy in a non threatening manor.

"Fine." Peyton said with a huff of defeat crossing her arms in front of her chest. This action caused Brooke to laugh at how childlike Peyton was being, she knew why though. Her friend hating talking to her, let alone a Doctor who she only just met.

"I don't really do the whole talking thing though so it might be a waste of your time." Peyton said quietly.

"Therapy doesn't always mean talking Peyton. I'm sure between the two of us we can find something that will help you express how your feeling if you don't feel like talking." Doctor Hodges said with a small smile before leaving the room, knowing she at least managed to get her patient to agree to the therapy.

Next was to get her to trust, which she could see with Peyton didn't come easily. She was in for a long hard trip on the road ahead.

Brooke watched as Doctor Hodges left the room. She liked her, the way she was with Peyton was good, she liked the fact she wasn't about to give up on her just because she's being stubborn or unhelpful. She would give Peyton time to lower her walls and let her in, most people, other than Brooke that is, hadn't taken the time to bother to do this.

Brooke turned to look at Peyton, to see her biting her lip starring off into space. She could tell her friend was worried about the thought of therapy. "P." She said bumping her gently with her shoulder to get her attention. She waited as Peyton turned to look at her.

"Its not going to be as bad as you think. I think it might really help you." Brooke said putting her arm around Peyton's shoulder and pulling her to her side so that Peyton's head rested against Brookes shoulder.

"Having someone to talk to who is not as close to you might help you talk about some of the things you feel like you cant talk to me about." Brooke said with a sigh. "But just know that I will be here when you decide to come to me. And I know you will P. Sawyer. Sooner or later you always come to me, 'cos I'm the most amazing friend you have ever had." Brooke finished, earning a chuckle from the blonde causing herself to laugh as well.

They both sat together in a content quietness, after a while Brooke was sure Peyton must have fallen asleep from the fact she could feel more of her friends weight than before and her breathing had evened out.

She smiled as she thought of the prospect of Peyton being released Saturday, today was Tuesday which meant in only three days Peyton could be out of the hospital. Brooke had some planning to get sorted, as some sort of celebration was defiantly needed.