When they push, when they pull,
Tell me, can you hold on?
When they say you should change,
Can you lift your head high and stay strong?
Will you give up, give in,
When your hearts crying out 'that is wrong'?
Will you love you for you,
At the end of it all?
In life, there's gonna be times when you're feeling low
And in your mind, insecurities seem to take control
We start to look outside ourselves
For acceptance and approval…

-Christina Aguilera

Headlock

-Alex-

When Summer woke up and the doctor came in to talk to her about the other night, a different doctor pulled me aside. I wanted to stay in the room with Summer but I guess they had information to tell me about her condition because I was a 'relative'.

Some man in white clothing walked up and shook my hand. They all look the same and this hospital is making me feel like I'm gonna blow chunks.

"Ms. Kelly, you were here when we were examining Summer while she was still in a coma. The results have just recently arrived."

"Oh okay?" I said anticipating the answers, and I felt my fingers start to twitch a little bit.

"Well, we did a rape kit for her and there were no signs that showed resistance of penetration, and we tested for any sexual assault chemical assistance and the test did not come up positive, which may have been because her alcohol level in her blood was incredibly high. My co-workers also examined her bruises and head injuries which they believe are consistent with falling and stumbling in her bathroom. We think that she may have fallen and hit her head on the toilet or the sink when she lost consciousness."

At first I thought I imagined what the doctor was saying. "What? No no no," I said shaking my head, "How could there be resistance if she was drugged with something that is supposed to paralyze the victim for hours! And does falling and hitting her head form bruises inside her legs and internal bleeding!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs swinging my arms in the air and a couple men came up behind me holding my arms motioning me toward the exit.

Dammit, I've gotta get back in here to find out what the hell these stupid doctors are thinking.

After a couple of hours I calmed down and cooled off, so I walked into the elevator, up the stairs and back toward her room, which was no longer the E.R. She was still hooked up to an IV though.

I walked in and luckily the room was empty so I didn't get stopped.

"Alex!" Summer said relieved, finally having someone she knew with her.

"Hi, don't worry Summer, I'll find a way to get you the hell out of here. These doctors are insane. They think you're making the entire thing up! They would have detected the chemicals he drugged you with if you hadn't had so much to drink apparently."

"My dad is coming here soon because the hospital called him so I guess Julie's coming with him too. So watch out, I wasn't sure if you'd want to be here."

"Well I think she likes me though. Right before Marissa and I broke up, Julie said I seemed nice. So maybe I'm on her good side. I just hope she doesn't blame me for what happened to you. She likes to blame people. Don't forget, she blamed Ryan when Marissa OD'd in Mexico. Yeah…she told me about that one…"

Speak of the devil, there walked in Julie and Dr. Roberts. They stood by her side, as the doctor returned to speak to them about what happened. I sat in the corner but listened closely.

Dr. Klein stood on the other side of Summer's bed facing the two of them, and said, "I and the rest of my staff would like to inform you that we think Summer may have an addiction to illegal substances, and we strongly suggest you send her to a rehab center that will reach the core of the problem and make her stronger so she can overcome that problem…"

"No Dad don't let them send me there! I didn't do that! You know I don't do that stuff!"

Dr. Roberts looked down at his daughter with a concerned look on his face, shook his head, and looked back up at the doctor, waiting for more information. This is making me sick.

Summer started shaking and screaming and looked like she was going to attack the doctor. A bunch of nurses ran in and held her arms and legs down, another holding her head against the bed and then the rest of them connected the straps down across all her limbs so she couldn't move. All she could do was lay there wiggling and screaming, trying to get her father's attention.

"Oh my goodness I can't stand to watch this any longer, I'm going to get some air," Julie said running her hand through her hair. Good lord, get over yourself, woman.

I guess the doctors, nurses, and Summer's Dad took off to discuss it all elsewhere to see if Summer would calm down. I just sat there and looked at Summer, and then all of a sudden she just passed out, probably from the stress.

My eyes filled up with tears so I left the room to get some air too.

-Summer-

I woke up and just lay there strapped down. I didn't bother screaming because I'd lost my voice and no one stayed in the room with me anyway. I looked back and forth trying to see if Alex was still here but she wasn't. I didn't move, just stared into space for a while thinking everything over.

How am I going to get out of here? Why doesn't anyone believe me?

The hall outside my room cleared for a while, as I watched all the doctors focus their attention on a beeping heart monitor at the end of the hall somewhere. I saw someone walking by looking back and forth as if they were lost. He turned and looked at me and my body froze up, my eyes widening. It was Chris.

I tried to yell, "Why are you here! What the hell are you doing here!" My yells were about as loud as whispers.

He walked in slowly, trying to keep a straight face, and sat down in the chair next to me.

"I came to talk about what happened the other night after the concert. I wanted to make sure there's no hard feelings…"

I continued shaking, causing my bed to roll a couple inches left and right. I was still strapped down, otherwise I would have attacked him.

"He stood up and firmly held his hand down over my mouth as I struggled and he pulled an object out of his pocket. He opened a syringe and filled it with air.

"You can keep a secret right? I mean, I wouldn't want to get in trouble just because you changed your mind." "Well," he chuckled, "I suppose now you don't have much of a choice, right?"

He kept his hand firmly over my mouth and punctured my IV bag with the needle and pushed all of the air into it, leaving a quarter-sized air bubble in it.

I continued to scream as loud as I could, eventually letting no noise come out. He kept his hand there still, while I was shaking violently trying to kick my legs around and watched the bubble move closer and closer to the bottom corner of the IV bag. He kept looking back and forth from the IV to my bed straps to the door to make sure no one was coming.

I watched as the air bubble traveled out of the IV bag through the tube down into my arm. My chest tightened and I heard nothing, saw nothing, and felt nothing. Only dark.

Disclaimer: I do not own The OC or any of its characters. I do own Chris. The song lyrics are "Soar" by Christina Aguilera. She owns the song.