Layla insisted that her parents not come with her to Brownwood Hospital, so Jonathan escorted her. She was quiet the whole ride there, and he could tell she was angry. He did not force her to talk, he left her to her thoughts.

Her breathing was quick and shallow , almost to the point of hyperventilation, as they walked down the hall to her room. He had not seen anyone react this way since he had worked at Arkham Asylum in Gotham. He could tell she was terrified, and the fear-loving part of him, the Scarecrow as he called him, wondered what she was afraid of.

As they neared the room Layla's breathing became worse. Jonathan looked over at her to make sure she was ok. She would not even look at him, she kept her eyes on the floor. "I'm ok" she said slightly agitated, and noticing his concern. It was the first thing she had said all day and, though he did not believe her, he was slightly relieved to hear her voice again.

They got to the room and Layla reluctantly sat on the un-used of the two beds in the room. "Your father should bring some of your stuff by later" the doctor said trying to politely exit. "I'll be back later to check on you" he said, turning to leave. Suddenly he turned back around. "I almost forgot" he said pulling a pen out of his pocket. She automatically recognized it as the pen he had given her. "The paramedics found this in your pocket. I was holding it for you" he handed her the pen and walked out.

Later that day Layla was waiting in her hospital room for Dr. Crane to enter for their session. She had not left the room all day, except to eat. He was very concerned , but he did not want to show it, so he composed himself before entering. they smiled at each other politely as he entered. She was happy to see him, but she tried not to show it.

"How are you adjusting?" he asked affectionately. "I'm fine" she replied, obviously lying. There was a long pause before he finally spoke again. "Why do you hate this place so much?" Layla was silent. "I want to help you, Layla, but I can't if you will not talk to me" he said , trying to get her to open up again. "I can't talk to you if you won't listen to me. Really listen to me." she said coldly. He hung his head and was silent for a moment, trying to figure out what happened to the Layla he had met a little over two months ago.

He finally got up the courage to ask her the question he had been wanting to ask for two days. "Why would you want to kill yourself?" "I didn't!" she said offended. "Well, then why did you slit your wrist?" She stared at him, obviously hurt by the question.

Layla hung her head, and was about to cry when Jonathan sat down beside her on the bed, trying to find a way to comfort her. He carefully put his arm around her, and she laid her head on his shoulder and sobbed.

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Wow, how sad is that? Keep reading, because Layla will soon tell Jonathan about sliting her wrists. Probably in the next chapter. It's horrible! Please review :)