A/N: I'm not sure how many chapters will be in this story, which affects whether or not there will be a sequel. There will be more characters involved as the story progresses, but if you review, you can request any character to be a part of it. The only characters I cannot involve, due to the time period and plot of the story are Caleb, Hailey, Jimmy, Lindsay, Zach, and Volchok. However, this may change, depending on how the story goes.

Dead Wrong

-Summer-

I opened my eyes and blinked the blur away, and a man lifted the oxygen mask off my face. Alex was the first person I recognized that was actually there for me, watching to make sure I was okay.

"How are you feeling?"

"I can't really feel that much…"

"They gave you lots of medicine because even though you slipped into a coma, you were still in pain, which showed on the EKG," she said, her eyes all red and tired.

"How long have I been here?"

"About two days," she said. My eyes got wide.

"You weren't here the entire time, were you?" I asked feeling ashamed for wasting her time.

"Actually I did. But I got a couple hours of sleep and had some time to go to the cafeteria for lunch today," she said, making me not feel quite as guilty.

I felt stupid for not being able to sort my thoughts about why I was here. "Alex…I have a question…"

"Sure?" she said listening closely.

"What am I doing here?"

She blinked a few times and sighed looking at the floor. Before she spoke at all, the doctor walked back into the room and stood next to my bed.

"Ms. Roberts. How's that medicine wearing off?"

"It's not really…"

"Okay, we have some things to sort out, so I'll come back when you're a little more grounded."

"Okay then," I said quietly laying my head back down to rest again.

Once again, I opened my eyes, not even sure what woke me up. I was much more alert this time, so my medicine must have been wearing off quickly.

"Ugh," I moaned, when I tried to move my legs, and winced at the muscles cramping in my thighs and my groin.

"So when's the doctor supposed to come back?" I looked over at Alex to make sure she was still there. She was spacing out and jumped a little and looked over at me like she just returned to Earth or something.

"I'm not sure, probably in a few minutes or something," she said and shrugged.

As she was talking I lifted the sheet off me, to see why my legs hurt so much. There was all this brownish red stuff caked to the inside of my legs and my fingers were all brown and crusty.

"What the hell-"

The doctor walked in. "Summer, we decided we would wait until you woke up. The nurse will come in a few hours to give you a sponge bath and wash your hair. But first, we need to have a talk about what happened the other night."

"Okay," I said confused, not knowing what to say.

"Well, Summer, lets start with when you were at the Baitshop, sitting at the bar. Or we can start earlier than that if you feel it's necessary."

"Well," I tried to think, and jog my memory. My head was a little groggy even though my body had come back to life.

"My friends are gone for a couple weeks so I decided I wanted to get out of the house, and just stay at their place until they come back. I guess before me, they already had plans for a house sitter. So my best friend's boyfriend's old friend from somewhere not around here was going to stop by and say hi since he's never met me before."

"Okay," the doctor said writing things down. I looked at his name tag. It said "Dr. Klein, Psychotherapist, Ph.d."

Whoa whoa whoa, why the fuck would I need a shrink to ask me about what Chris did? Why isn't a cop or a real doctor or someone asking me what happened? I'm not the one that needs help. I'm not the psycho. Chris is the psycho.

"Continue, Ms. Roberts," he said waiting for the long pause to end. I stopped rapidly looking side to side, around the room.

"He came over to visit, then later that day, he picked me up and took me to a concert."

"Okay, and how much sleep had you gotten the night before," he asked.

"I'm not sure how this has anything to do with it, but I slept just fine," I snapped.

"Okay, and while you were at home before the concert, or while you were there, did you happen to do any illegal drugs, that you can remember?"

"What?"

"Ms. Roberts, did you consume any illegal drugs while you were with Chris at the concert?" He said impatiently.

"No, of course not. I don't do drugs, I just drink a little."

Hmm…a little?

"Ms. Roberts, there were witnesses from the Baitshop that said you were snorting cocaine at the bar."

"What! I didn't do any drugs! I never do drugs!" I looked over for Alex's support but she wasn't there. Why did she have to leave at such a bad time. I needed her to help me convince the stupid doctor that I was only sitting there drinking with Chris. She knows. She was standing there the whole time!

"Ms. Roberts," he said, putting his hand on my arm, as I snagged it away from him angrily, "We contacted your friend Chris, and spoke to him…"

"He's not my fucking friend!" I blurted out, in tears of rage.

"Summer, you need to calm down. We're only trying to help you. We need to gather all of the information from you that we can," Dr. Klein said slowly. "Now, Chris explained the night to us saying that the two of you were at the Baitshop together at the concert, and that the two of you had done cocaine and ecstasy and that you became suddenly ill from an overdose. He suggested that it might be a good idea to put you in an institution to help you overcome your addictions."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I can't believe someone I thought was sincere would do this to me. Not only did he take something that wasn't his, he denied it and stuck me in a horrible situation that would destroy my life. I started crying uncontrollably, unable to form words to defend myself.

Disclaimer: I do not own The OC or any of it's characters. I do own Chris.