LA Hospital
Sunday, September/20/2009

It was kind of funny, the way they tried to creep into the hospital like ants, and watching the security men Disney had hired all but throw them 50 feet into the air, making sure they never came back again.

It had only been three days, people had seen Miley's family and I around the hospital, as much as we tried to hide. Miley's publicist was planning on a statement sooner or later, to try and put a rest to the rumours. But what were they going to say? The former Disney princess had tried to commit suicide?

It shot a shiver up my spine, whenever I thought about it. The way her voice had sounded over the phone only days ago, the way she looked laying in the hospital bed, surrounded by machines and equipment.

"Murderer's get the death sentence, don't they?"

That one sentence had been replaying in the head ever since that day, when I sat by her bedside and stayed there the whole night.

I'd only went to go see her once, yesterday. And it scared me so much that I had been sitting out here in the waiting room all day instead of with her. She sounded worse than before. If she hadn't been laying right before me, I wouldn't have recognized her from her voice.

"Nick?" I glanced behind me, the room black and white from my glasses, to see Selena, wearing baggy clothes and a fedora hat. I couldn't recognize her either.

We walked out of the waiting room and out to the large balcony outside, the wind almost instantly blowing Selena's hat off. "Oh!" she laughed, grabbing it before it flew down the front lawn. I tried to smile with her, but it had been kind of hard lately.

"How're you doing Nick?" she asked, after a few moment of silence.

I shrugged, shoving my hands in my pockets and leaning against the railing, facing her.

"I'd never think we'd be here, that Miley would be admitted into a psyche ward and on antidepressants. I'm trying to be strong but I'm falling apart constantly, I can barely visit here for over 15 minutes because I'm afraid I'll start crying and scare her. It's the last thing she needs right now." Selena started to object, shaking her head side to side.

"What she needs right now, Nick? She needs you. The put up the walls, brave face Nick, or the Nick that tears down the walls and lets himself get upset, no matter which version of yourself you show to her, it's better than completely avoiding her for 'her own good," she explained, making air quotes with her hands. "She needs you there with her, Nick, along with her other friends and family. So, please, just stop avoiding her like this. It's not doing her any good." She let out a breath, finishing her rant, and adjusting her glasses.

"But what the heck do I do? Talk to her, because she's never up for that, and this is Miley we're talking about," I asked.

"Alright, one, Miley isn't Miley right now, ya know? The pills and drugs they have her taking, they're changing her so that she doesn't get ill again. But sooner or later, the good ol' non-stop talking Miley will come back, I promise. Till then, just go and sit with her. You don't have to talk at all, just sit there with her and hold her hand. If she's sleepy, lay there with her and let her sleep on your chest. Don't feel the need to fill every minute with talking, or asking questions. Just go, be with her." She smiled and started to push me through the doors, before I pushed back and stopped her.

"One second, how do you know all this? You're like, some encyclopaedia or something," I asked, in disbelief.

Her smile softened. "The minute I heard from Demi, I sat on the computer 3 hours straight, just researching, after freaking out and everything. I was just preparing myself for whatever I might see," she explained.

"Well, thank you, you little nerd. You sure you don't want to see her first? I don't mind," I asked.

"Don't try to get out of this, stop being such a woos. Go, be with her. I'll see her some other time."

"Promise? 'Cause she needs you as much as she needs me," I said, rubbing my temple. My head was beginning to pound.

"Promise." She stuck out her pinkie, her smile so big, her eyes were slits. "Pinkie swears are legit, you don't need to worry Nick. I'll come by some other time."

I chuckled. "You're such a kid, Sel. But thank you Sel."

SellyG sent to DemsL
She's fine. He's fine. We're all just going to be fine Dems. See you soon.

Enjoy. It's kind of filler though.

GonnaBreakaway