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"Thank you for watching her tonight. I have to work late," Mal said into her phone, pacing around the room. She glanced over at Evie's sleeping body. There hadn't been any change in the last few hours. "Yes, she needs a bath tonight. She can eat whatever is in the fridge. I'm not sure when I'll be home. Thank you again." Mal hung up the phone, thankful she had a couple people she trusted with her daughter.

Mal resumed her position at the side of Evie's bed, taking her hand once again. She ran her thumb up and down the back of the Evie's delicate hand, hoping that her presence would wake her. "Evie, come one, please wake up. There's so much we need to talk about." Mal felt the tears start to fall as she spoke. "Where have you been? Why did you do this? What happened?" Mal asked out loud, knowing there wouldn't be an answer.

Mal couldn't believe her old best friend was in the hospital bed, fighting for her life. The last time she had seen her, Evie was happy, living in her beautiful house, her fashion business booming. Well technically that wasn't true. That's how Evie was on the outside. Something had changed with her, though. Those last moments the girls had been together, Evie told her to get out of her life. That was what threw Mal into her own battle with drugs. Losing her best friend broke her heart. She felt completely lost. "Maybe that's what happened to Evie," Mal thought.

The blonde glanced over at the monitors and watched the numbers for a moment. She heard a groan coming from the woman in the bed. Mal snapped her eyes back to her friend. "Evie," Mal said quickly, standing over her. "Evie!" Mal said again. There was no movement. "Damn it!" Mal grabbed a cup of water from the table and threw it against the wall.

Mal walked out of the room, willing herself to breathe and she broke down in sobs in the hallway.

"Mal, are you okay?" One of the nurses asked.

"What do you think?" The blonde snapped through tears. "She's going to die and I have to just watch it!" She yelled.

The nurse rushed over to the distraught woman. "Mal, you have to calm down. Breathe."

Mal jerked away from the women. "Just..." Mal paused for a moment, "just leave me alone." Mal walked away and headed down the hall. She wasn't entirely sure what she was going but she needed to be alone. She walked into one of the supply closets and let herself break down. The sobs tore through her body until she completely shaking. A few minutes later she made herself calm down. Taking deep breaths, she steadied her shaking and wiped the tears away. Mal pulled out her phone and quickly got the FaceTime icon.

"Hey, Mal, you okay?" Her friend answered the video chat.

"Um yeah. Can I see Macie for a few minutes?"

"Of course," her friend spun the phone around and Mal could see her toddler, her face covered in a bright red sauce."

"Hi, baby," Mal forced a smile, laughing a little at the mess of her daughter. "Are you having fun?"

"Mama," Macie said, stuffing her face more with the food on her plate.

"Aunt Chloe gave you spaghetti, I see," Mal laughed through her sniffles.

"Pasgetti," Macie replied, holding up some of the noddles to show her mom.

"Are you being good?" Mal asked. Macie nodded in reply. "Okay, good. Listen to Aunt Chloe okay? I'll see you in the morning. I love you."

Macie nodded "Love you," She absentmindedly said as she continued to consume her dinner. Mal laughed as Chloe turned the phone back around.

"You sure you're okay, M?" Chloe asked, her face full of concerned.

Mal nodded, fighting the tears falling at the sound of Evie's name for her. "I'm okay. Just...please don't call me that." Mal quickly hung up the phone call. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself once again before walking out of the closet and making her way back to Evie's room. She was halfway down the hall when she saw commotion in Evie's ICU room. Mal took off running, sliding when she reached the crowd.

"What's going on?" she yelled, pushing through. She looked at Evie and saw the dark brown eyes staring back at her.

"Mal?" Evie asked, shock and surprise covering her face. "How?" Evie's voice was barely above a whisper, cracking as she got the words out.

"I work here," was all Mal could think to say. Multiple doctors and nurses crowded around the blue haired woman, taking vitals and running tests. The two old friends never took their eyes of each other's.

"You are very lucky," the doctor told Evie, who quickly shifted her gaze to the man in the white coat. Evie just nodded. "What did you take?" Evie closed her eyes for a second then caught Mal's gaze once again. She continued to remain quiet.

"Evie, he already knows the answer, he just wants to confirm it." Mal told her.

"Coke," Evie whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay, thank you," the doctor replied, making a note in her chart. "You need to stay here for a couple days and then you will be required to complete a detox program here in the hospital."

Evie just nodded, looking down at her hands, picking at the blanket.

"We will be back in a little while to check on you again," the doctor said, leading the hospital staff out of the room, leaving Mal and Evie alone.

The girls locked eyes for a moment, Mal's anger toward the woman building now that she knew her old friend was okay. "Do you have anyone you want me to call?" Mal asked, staying rooted in her spot, not moving any closer.

"No," Evie replied.

"Okay," Mal said back, tension filling the air.

"You can come closer," Evie told her.

Mal shook her head. "The last time I saw you, you told me to get out of your life," Mal crossed her arms across her chest. "Remember?"

Evie nodded, "I remember," she responded quietly.

Mal waited for more to come out of Evie's mouth. It didn't take long for her to realize there was no more than would be said. "Why?" Mal asked, daringly.

"This isn't a conversation we need to have," Evie snapped coldly.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mal's voice rose. "Evie, we were best friends. We did everything together. Told each other everything. Then one day you just changed and told me to go. I deserve to know why."

"That was years ago, it doesn't matter why."

Mal took a deep breath, "you ruined me, Evie. You completely broke me."

Evie squared her eyes, "You're a nurse, you're clearly doing just fine."

"Yeah and do you know what it took for me to be here? The drugs I took? The people I slept with? The damage I did to myself in the fucking process?" Mal snapped. "The only thing that saved me was..." Mal stopped quickly. She had no desire to discuss her daughter with her former friend. "Forget it." Mal spun and walked out the door.

She took a few deep breaths outside of Evie's room. The other woman was calling for her to come back. Mal tried her hardest to ignore it but she just couldn't. She turned around and stood in the doorway. "What?"

"I'm sorry, Mal. I really am." Evie looked so distraught. It didn't help that she had wires everywhere. Mal could just make out her thin frame under the blankets.

"Why did you do it?" Mal asked again, pushing for answers.

"Mal, please," Evie begged. "Please."

"No," Mal demanded. "Tell me."

Evie sighed, tears spilling over, running down her face. "The night before we saw each other last. Do you remember it?"

Mal nodded slowly. She sort of remembered it. There was a ball of some sort. She didn't remember all the details from the evening. She had been drinking and she had done a lot of drugs since then. "Vaguely. The 4 of us went together. There was alcohol." Mal pauses, racking her brain for the memory. "Umm...you didn't feel very good so you left early. Offered to take you home but you told me to stay and have fun." Mal threw her hands up. "That's all I remember."

"I remember every single detail perfectly." Evie's tears were falling faster now. "I...um...I made it about halfway home before I was grabbed. He made some remarks about how revealing my dress was when he pushed me against a tree." Evie's voice was barely above a whisper but Mal could hear every word. "He ripped my dress and threw me on the ground. And then...he...," Evie broke down in sobs. Mal rushed over to her, pulling her close.

"Evie, why didn't you tell me?" Mal questioned, running her fingers through the soft, blue hair.

Evie pushed herself back a little so brown eyes could meet green. "I don't know. I shut down. I couldn't deal. I pushed everyone away."

Mal tucked Evie's hair behind her ear. "Is that how you ended up alone? On drugs?"

Evie nodded. "Mal?"

Mal's lips curled into a small, concerned smile. "Yeah?"

"I'm tired," Evie replied, her eyes starting to look heavy.

"You've been through a lot," the blonde told her. "Try to sleep a little before the nurse comes through to check on you." Mal stood up to move the chair over. "I'll be right here." She intertwined their fingers so Evie could feel her presence as she drifted back to sleep, the medication she was given taking effect.

Mal's brain on the other hand was moving a mile a minute. All these years she had been so furious with her friend for shutting her out, for kicking her to the curb. Mal had never spent the time or energy to find out why. She had just left. Walked away. She let her anger and hurt get the best of her. A couple tears fell as she realized just how awful the situation was, how bad it must've been for Evie.

Mal looked up at the sleeping princess. She looked so peaceful. "I'm right here, E. I'm not going anywhere," she promised.