Hey guys! So this is a pretty short chapter and a quick update but I've got a lot of new inspiration for this story so I hope you enjoy this chapter! Even though I'm pretty sure you won't...

It had been nearly three weeks since Maya had been admitted to Radley and no one was handling it well. Emily sat in her room most of the time and stared at her picture or read notes the musician had given her. Nothing could keep her mind off the shorter girl, not even her swimming. She kept forcibly telling herself that she had made the right decision, that Maya needed help and telling her parents was the right choice, but every time she thought she'd convinced herself that what she had done was for everyone's benefit the thought of her girlfriend sitting alone in a mental hospital surrounded by actual insane people and people who thought they could cure her, and the guilt would flood right back.

Andre and John had been keeping the swimmer updated on how Maya was doing, but it didn't help much. From what she had heard, the girl was on three kinds of medication and she hardly ever responded to them. The only time she would ever even look at them was when they mentioned Emily, and that made the athlete even more upset. The little amount of food that the swimmer had managed to choke down after her mother practically begged her to eat she threw up most of the time, and she didn't ever really feel like eating anyway. When she pulled into the parking lot of Radley she had a death grip on the steering wheel. Her knuckles were pure white and her breath was uneven.

She had gotten the news earlier that day that for the first time since she had been admitted Maya was allowed to have visitors besides her parents. As the raven haired girl walked into the building she felt a cold shiver wash over her. The walls were cold grey stone, the floor was an old faded white tile, and the "rooms" that were visible from where she was were barred shut over the windows. It looked more like a prison than a hospital. The thought of her beloved girlfriend spending even three minutes here- let alone weeks- made Emily visibly cringe. She walked up to the front desk slowly, trying to keep her breath steady.

The lady at the desk didn't look up from her computer screen for what felt like hours to the taller girl, but in reality it could only have been a few moments at most. "Can I help you?" she asked as she flicked her eyes up. "Um, I'm here to see Maya St. Germain?" she asked. "Room 17 down the hall on your left," the woman's eyes were no longer focused on the teenager and while she was happy that a long conversation was avoided the fact that anyone could walk in, ask to see the musician, and be given the exact location while she was drugged no less wasn't exactly settling.

Slowly she made her way down the hall and opened the door. When Emily saw her girlfriend her heart literally broke into pieces. Her eyes were bloodshot- which the athlete had been told was a result of her medication- her hair was a mess, her lips were pale and her gaze stared right at the swimmer but also right through her. "Hey," the jock forced herself to smile as she looked at the musician. "Go away," Maya's voice was distant and her tone was dark. "Maya-" the taller girl was cut off.

"I don't want to see you. Go away. Please," despite the fact that it killed her that the artist didn't want to see her, Emily knew she was under the influence of medicine and was mentally unstable at the moment, so she nodded, mumbled a quick "I love you," and turned to walk down the hall. If she would have stayed a moment later she would have seen the tears that Maya could no longer hold back as she watched her girlfriend walk down the hall and out of sight.

When Emily was no out of sight, Maya's gaze no longer held no emotion. That is, until she looked at the small picture of the athlete she always had with her. The faintest of smiles played on her lips. It was all she could manage. The medication she was on caused her to literally feel almost nothing. The longer she looked at the picture, the more she missed the girl, and the more emotion she could feel returning to her body. Tears formed in her eyes and she clutched the picture to her chest, pulling her knees up and letting her head fall. Most of the things she had been thinking lately were pretty blurred. It was rare that she would remember anything for longer than a few minutes.

However, she doubted she would ever be able to forget Emily's visit. How cold she had been to her. But Maya couldn't find it in her to explain how much she had missed her girlfriend, or how much she loved her. Slowly the musician stood and walked to the barred window. She watched as the swimmer got in her car and drove off. The tired feeling that had been clouding her for days was the only thing that forced her to not run after her. She gripped at the bars and her gaze remained locked on the spot where Emily's car had been long after the athlete was gone. Time meant nothing to the artist anymore. Her sense of keeping track of it had long since been lost.

She had no idea how long she had been in this poor excuse for a hospital or how long these stupid drugs had been messing with her ability to think. Suddenly Maya's vision blurred and she stumbled backwards. Her breathing became more shallow as it became harder and harder to keep her eyes open. She felt her body start to shake and sunk to her knees. Her head was pounding and her heart was beating so hard that she was sure that it was going to tear out of her chest.

"Maya? Maya honey are you OK?" when the musician looked up she could see a figure standing above her. She recognized the woman as a nurse by the mask over her face, but in seconds she was nothing more than a silhouette to the teenager. She felt her eyes getting heavy and within seconds she was thrust into a world of cold and unnatural darkness.

The sound of sirens caused Emily wake. She looked around and walked to her window just in time to see an ambulance speed past her house. Seconds later was a swarm of police cars just behind the ambulance. "Emily!" Pam's voice was frantic as she burst into her daughter's room. "Mom? What's going on, what's wrong?" she asked the older woman. She didn't answer, instead turned on the TV and turned the channel to the news.

"...As we continue to search for missing patients in Radley we have been informed that the gas leak was caused by a lab project gone wrong. The accident caused a leak of carbon monoxide to flow into the air ducts, causing it to spread throughout the hospital. Only one fatality has been reported so far, and while she has yet to be identified she is of mixed race and estimated to be around age seventeen..." Emily couldn't hear the words anymore. Her mind was racing and her heart pounding against her chest.

The last time she had even seen her girlfriend the musician wanted nothing to do with her. Her last words to the swimmer had been to leave her alone and that she didn't want to see her. "...Doctors are saying that the carbon monoxide reacted harshly with the girl's medicine and caused her lungs to close off the bronchi tubes to the trachea, cutting off her air supply..." And at hearing those words, Emily's vision shut down and she collapsed.

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John and Andre knew they had to break the news to Emily. The exchanged glances between each other and gripped a little tighter at each other's hands as they walked up to the Field's residence. John reached up and knocked on the door, and when the swimmer answered her face instantly showed that she was worried. No words were spoken for a few moments that felt like hours to the athlete. "Any... News?" she finally asked. Tears sparkled in both men's eyes. "She's-"

Don't kill me guys!

Also, Breathemein4e thanks for your review and I also suffer from self harm so I am portraying part of my feelings in Maya. I send my regards to you and I hope you are OK.