When You Say Nothing At All
A "Higher Ground" Fan Fic
By MissKate
A/N...Here, the and symbols refer to thoughts!
Chapter 12: Sharing Strength
"Are you here for Shelby Merrick?" the doctor asked calmly as he approached the fearful girl.
"Oh, yes! How is she?!" Juliette asked of the man.
"She lost a lot of blood, but we managed to keep her stable. I think she will do all right after she stays here a while."
Juliette was relieved. If anything worse had happened to her, she did not know what she would have done. Blame Scott? Possibly, as he was the one that drove her to the knife. Yell at Daisy? No, she could not do that.
"Can we see her?"
The doctor paused as he thought of his answer. "I think you can, but you have to know this. She is very weak. Don't expect her to be very active. But she is right down the hall from here in room 240."
"Thank you, doctor. For everything."
Juliette turned to Daisy's door, wondering whether or not to enter. She did not know who should see Shelby first, and was not going to take the risk.
"Wait, doctor? Is she awake right now?" questioned Juliette before he had walked too far off.
"Yes, I think she is," he responded.
"Would you mind asking her who she would like to see first, when she is up to it? I don't want to take that from my friends."
When the doctor exited the room, he walked up to Juliette. "She wants to see Daisy. She was actually pretty insistent about that."
"Thanks," she told him, before knocking on the door to Daisy's room.
Juliette quickly opened the door, allowing it to squeak with every inch. She saw the tear-stained faces and the look in their eyes as she stepped further into the room. They looked at her patiently, waiting for her to tell them something, anything.
"They think she will be fine, and she is stable," Juliette said quietly. "But she wants to see you, Dais. Do you think you can make it?"
Daisy motioned for Juliette to come over to the side of the bed and help her up, as Scott stood dumbfounded at the whole confrontation. Once she was up, Scott helped Juliette walk her over to the door and into the hall to Shelby's room. They stood outside it, not knowing what to expect within.
Finally, Daisy let go of her friends, and walked into the room where Shelby lay. Her face pink and damp, she made her way to her friend's bedside, where machines were beeping and tubes did their job. Shelby's eyes were closed, and frankly, Daisy was grateful for this. She didn't want her to see her this way...Confused, sad, and angry. Confused at why she did this to herself. Sad at having to see her like this. Angry at Scott for making her do this.
Slowly, Shelby opened her eyes as she saw Daisy standing next to her. She managed a meek smile toward her friend as she watched her take a seat on the bed's edge. She saw the tears in her eyes, the warmth in her face, and knew how worried she had been. "Don't you worry, Dais. I'll be fine. I'm tough. Peter taught me to be tough."
Daisy felt the pain in Shelby's heart and wept as she looked at the bandages wrapping her wrist. "Why did she have to do this to herself? To us? To me?" she asked herself. She did not think she had ever been so concerned for someone in her life.
"I know. I know you are strong. And I am going to stay strong for you too," Daisy told her friend as she looked into her eyes. The eyes that had never shown this kind of pain, but rather shielded her heart from the world. "I am always here for you."
A "Higher Ground" Fan Fic
By MissKate
A/N...Here, the and symbols refer to thoughts!
Chapter 12: Sharing Strength
"Are you here for Shelby Merrick?" the doctor asked calmly as he approached the fearful girl.
"Oh, yes! How is she?!" Juliette asked of the man.
"She lost a lot of blood, but we managed to keep her stable. I think she will do all right after she stays here a while."
Juliette was relieved. If anything worse had happened to her, she did not know what she would have done. Blame Scott? Possibly, as he was the one that drove her to the knife. Yell at Daisy? No, she could not do that.
"Can we see her?"
The doctor paused as he thought of his answer. "I think you can, but you have to know this. She is very weak. Don't expect her to be very active. But she is right down the hall from here in room 240."
"Thank you, doctor. For everything."
Juliette turned to Daisy's door, wondering whether or not to enter. She did not know who should see Shelby first, and was not going to take the risk.
"Wait, doctor? Is she awake right now?" questioned Juliette before he had walked too far off.
"Yes, I think she is," he responded.
"Would you mind asking her who she would like to see first, when she is up to it? I don't want to take that from my friends."
When the doctor exited the room, he walked up to Juliette. "She wants to see Daisy. She was actually pretty insistent about that."
"Thanks," she told him, before knocking on the door to Daisy's room.
Juliette quickly opened the door, allowing it to squeak with every inch. She saw the tear-stained faces and the look in their eyes as she stepped further into the room. They looked at her patiently, waiting for her to tell them something, anything.
"They think she will be fine, and she is stable," Juliette said quietly. "But she wants to see you, Dais. Do you think you can make it?"
Daisy motioned for Juliette to come over to the side of the bed and help her up, as Scott stood dumbfounded at the whole confrontation. Once she was up, Scott helped Juliette walk her over to the door and into the hall to Shelby's room. They stood outside it, not knowing what to expect within.
Finally, Daisy let go of her friends, and walked into the room where Shelby lay. Her face pink and damp, she made her way to her friend's bedside, where machines were beeping and tubes did their job. Shelby's eyes were closed, and frankly, Daisy was grateful for this. She didn't want her to see her this way...Confused, sad, and angry. Confused at why she did this to herself. Sad at having to see her like this. Angry at Scott for making her do this.
Slowly, Shelby opened her eyes as she saw Daisy standing next to her. She managed a meek smile toward her friend as she watched her take a seat on the bed's edge. She saw the tears in her eyes, the warmth in her face, and knew how worried she had been. "Don't you worry, Dais. I'll be fine. I'm tough. Peter taught me to be tough."
Daisy felt the pain in Shelby's heart and wept as she looked at the bandages wrapping her wrist. "Why did she have to do this to herself? To us? To me?" she asked herself. She did not think she had ever been so concerned for someone in her life.
"I know. I know you are strong. And I am going to stay strong for you too," Daisy told her friend as she looked into her eyes. The eyes that had never shown this kind of pain, but rather shielded her heart from the world. "I am always here for you."