A/N Yeah okay I got a lot of 'Wtf' comments from a lot of people, some of which did not submit a review but emailed me. So I'm going to give one of Ecklie's 'for-the-good-of-lab' speeches about the story. Stay with me here, I had the rape because I thought it'd be good because I had something planned after it, but I think I took it a tad too far. I'm going to change the story a bit and say she 'imagined' it. Bear with me and try to enjoy the rest of the story.

Did it hurt? Greg asked himself.

He stared at Sara resting peacefully, angel like if you didn't notice the large gashes on her wrists bandaged in white cloth. Greg shut his eyes and thought deeply about all the suicide scenes he visited. He never thought once if it hurt when he saw the victims there, laying there, wrists slashed, bleeding out. He wondered if any of them cut their wrists but still wanted to live, maybe some of those deaths were accidents, maybe some of them were actually murder. There were so many possibilities but Greg Sanders could only do so much.

Like he could only do so much to help Sara, soon the rest of the world will want to know where she's been, what happened to her. They were going to find out eventually, if Sara told them or not. "The good or the bad?" The nurses soft voice came from behind him, startled he jumped, and let go of Sara's hand.

"Excuse me?"

"About Ms. Sidle sir." She said stepping out from behind him.

"Right, whichever." Greg said tiredly rubbing his eyes hard.

"Alright, the good." The nurse started, "Most girls who cut, cut horizontally across the wrist, in light lines. That means they usually aren't doing it to kill themselves, or they don't know any better. Ms. Sidles made a deeper cut, vertically. When people cut vertically it means they bleed out faster. Either way if you didn't catch her the way you did, you'd probably be standing over her grave right now. You're lucky, she's lucky."

Greg reached for Sara's hand again and whispered, "Sara, what have you gotten yourself into?" You promised. He thought, but thinking back he couldn't remember. Did she promise? That's another thing Greg did wrong, he forgot to tell her to stop, to promise to never do it again. What else had he forgotten to say? Was this his fault? Greg's guilt grew uncontrollably.

"The bad." The nurse said, cutting through the thick sound of silence, "Med Student, Jacob Wallis was taking care of Sara when he reported she was having 'fits', so we tested some of her blood and we just got the results. Her blood contained a high dosage of Morphine. Usually the side affects for Morphine are dizziness, tiredness, itching, sweating and so on, but Morphine as you should know is an alkaloid. You should also know alkaloids are hallucinogens. We believe that's why Ms. Sidle was having 'fits'. Doc. Wallis also admitted he had given Ms. Sidle morphine to stop the pain she was complaining of. You have to remember that he is still a med student and may have given too much."

Greg's eyes went wide, what had Sara been dreaming? What were her hallucinations? Is that what caused her to cut? "I'm… I'm sorry but did you find out what she was hallucinating? Did she s—"

"I'm sorry, but she did not say. We didn't even get to bring it up you brought her home before we could do anything. Doc. Wallis said that he was screaming and her muscles were twitching, that is also a side affect of Morphine. The twitching of the muscles. He thought it was a side affect of the flu at first. Again she is very lucky, she could have lost more blood that could have resulted in a comma or worse."

Greg fell silent, and nodded, he heard the door close. The nurse had left.

Sara was in a deep sleep, she knew she was but she couldn't seem to wake up, her eye lids were so heavy, she felt like sleeping beauty, sleeping there until someone could pull her out of an eternity of resting, surrounded by darkness. She wasn't sure if that's what she wanted, she knew it was like that when she did it, when she cut, she remembered feeling so much pain, hurt, and sorrow that it consumed her, she had felt empty. There was nothing left.

I remembered those warm spring day's where the sun heated my skin, and the wind would blow gently through the linen curtains, whispering in my ears, softly, gently, it was telling me everything was okay, I did believe that the wind would talk to me then, I remember how innocent everything was.

I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now

The warm, comforting sunlight leaked through the window panes, seeping through, staining the room with a yellowish glow. My hair would blow with the wind, messing up my dark brown hair. I can remember how good it felt, the breeze, it was peaceful.

Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now

I'd feel free, like the wind that was whispering and blowing, it was sweet, pure, innocence. I'd finally be free from the dark restricting, bitter cold of the winter air. If I closed my eyes I'd be flying, with the birds that were migrating back for spring. I could also picture the waves rolling in onto the soft sand on the San Francisco beaches.

Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything

I still remember.

It's funny how I can remember those things, and I wish I could go back to my childhood, maybe fix things, maybe things wouldn't be the way they are now. I remember how sweet and peaceful everything was, until I remembered the blood dripping down the living room wall, I remembered those were all lies.

Even if the world lied to me, hurt me, I'd still come out with a smile the next day. Thinking back, it's hard for me to do that now, put on a fake smile and go on with my day.

Sara's eyes flickered open, they stung from the brightness of the room, "Greg, I'm so sorry, I'm—"She trailed off, all she wanted were things to go back to the way they were, how could she tell him that? She clutched his hand tightly, not letting go for a second.

"Sara, thank god your okay." Greg said as relief filled him, replaced with a sort of anger and sadness, "Don't you ever do that. Ever, again you promise me? I thought you'd stop, just promise… I don't want to worry about you any more Sara; I just want to know your okay."

"I wont, I…"

"Wait, let me finish. For the past few day's I've had to watch you go through all this pain, suffering, and I had to watch helpless. It's like I couldn't help you. There were times when I thought I'd give up on you, but I didn't. At first I was wondering why I shouldn't, and then I remembered the way things used to be, with you. The way you smiled, laughed, made fun of me. I missed that. If I gave up, I'd never see that again. Sara I love you, just don't scare me like that ever again." Greg finished, Sara could feel his hand starting to sweat, she could see the emotion in his face, worry, sadness, caring…

She felt guilty, she felt like she used him.

Sara smiled and sat up in the hospital bed slowly, "It takes a near death experience to realize what you really have, what you're going to miss, it makes you realize what you love." It fell silent for a few moments before she spoke up again, "It makes me glad that it didn't work."

A/N I don't own the song 'Field Of Innocence' by Evanescence.

I don't know why but I liked writing this chapter. If things are unclear please let me know in a review. I'm also sorry if the whole rape thing confused you guys I really shouldn't have had it in there.

1-2 more chapters left. Stick with me here! The last one or two chapters should get back into normal Greg and Sara mode, Sara is healing, starting to joke around same with Greg.

I'm not going to spoil anymore.

TBC