"NO! I don't want to talk to someone!"

Sasha sighed as Bayley began to sob, a reaction they all kind of expected upon telling her that they had found a therapist for her to talk to that would come to the room.

"Bay, honey?" questioned Charlotte, sitting down at the edge of the bed, reaching out to comfort her friend but stopping when Bayley cringed. "Bayley, all she's gonna do is talk to you, sweetie. It's just talking, honey. That's all."

Bayled choked on her own sobs, rolling over so her face was buried in a pillow. The sound of her crying was breaking the hearts of the three women currently occupying the room.

Sasha reached out, carefully lying down on the bed, propping herself up on her one arm while using the other to reach and stroke Bayley's hair, the younger of the two keeping her lips close to Bayley.

"Bayley, honey, I hate seeing you so sad, baby. I miss you, love. Why don't you want to talk to a therapist, sweetheart? Tell me what's going on in that head of yours," whispered Sasha, rubbing her friend's back all over, fearful for how hard Bayley was crying right now.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm here. You can tell me anything, honey. Always."

Bayley continued to cry in her pillow, rejecting all forms of comfort from her friends. Sasha refused to budge though. She didn't care if Bayley cried all day and night until tomorrow when the therapist was to get here. She knew her friend was broken. She knew this was the right thing to do. She didn't care if Bayley hated them all in the end. This was going to help her, whether she realized it right now or not.

Bayley whimpered into the pillow, rolling over onto her back. She wasn't sure what time it was. She wasn't sure how long she had been crying. She wasn't even sure where her friends had gone to.

Her friends.

Bayley quickly scanned the spacious hotel room, noting that nobody was currently around. Had they actually left her? Had they given up on her? She had screamed and cried when they told her about a therapist coming to the room tomorrow. She didn't want to talk. She couldn't talk. It hurt too much to talk about. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like when she actually heard the feelings she currently felt on the inside out loud. She didn't want to find out.

And eating and sleeping were irrelevant right now. None of it mattered. Taking care of herself didn't matter. There was nothing to take care of. Batista had made sure of that. He had taken every little part of her. Everything she loved. Everything she was. Everything she used to be or ever could be. He took it all. And left her with nothing. So it didn't matter if she took care of herself or not.

Bayley could feel the tears streaming down her face, and she drew her knees up to her chest, her method of choice when it came to trying to block out all the bad feelings inside of her. She squeezed her eyes shut, small, quiet, sobs escaping her lips. Her friends had left her. They realized she was a lost cause. They realized what she had realized a week ago. She didn't matter anymore. The old her that Sasha and Becky and Charlotte kept saying they wanted back was lost somewhere in the back of Dave Batista's car, and they had decided they didn't like this new her. So they left. She didn't really blame them, honestly.

But just thinking the thoughts made her cry even harder. It was the first time since she had come back to the hotel room that night that she had been left alone, and she didn't like the feeling. Not even slightly.

"Bayley? Honey, what is it? What's wrong, baby girl?"

Charlotte quickly entered in through the other room, having heard her friend's cries through the partially closed door. She quickly sat down on the bed, not sure if Bayley would allow her to comfort her, but refusing to allow her to cry alone.

Bayley sobbed even harder at the sound of Charlotte's voice, clutching at her knees as she rocked herself back and forth. Charlotte gently touched her friend's back, rubbing small circles in the middle of it to try and calm her down, fearful that she was going to cry herself sick any minute now.

"Come on baby girl, come here, honey. Just let me hold you, okay?" whispered Charlotte, surprised when Bayley suddenly through her arms around her neck, clinging tightly.

Charlotte gently accepted the hug, wrapping her arms around her friend, cradling her head in her hand as she rocked her back and forth, placing a kiss to her hair.

"What is it, honey? What's wrong? Talk to me," whispered Charlotte, continuing to hold her heartbroken friend in her arms.

"I thought you left me, Charlie. I thought you and Becca and Sasha didn't love me anymore," cried Bayley, choking once more.

Charlotte closed her eyes, tightening her grip on her friend. "Never, baby. We will never leave you, my love. Not now. Not ever, okay?" whispered Charlotte, Bayley nodding slightly, slowly starting to calm down.

"Sasha and Becky went to go get some dinner, baby girl. You hungry?" asked Charlotte, knowing Bayley would say no, but figuring it was worth a shot. The girl hadn't eaten in the last 24 hours, which wasn't uncommon nowadays.

Bayley shook her head, pulling herself further against Charlotte, closing her eyes as she listened to the sound of her friend's beating heart, wishing she could feel that alive again.

Sasha ran a hand through her hair wearily, exhausted beyond belief. She knew therapy wasn't going to fix everything tomorrow, but she couldn't wait until it fixed something, anything, at this point. Even the smallest of things.

She just wanted to see her friend start to move on. Because right now she was not. At all. Even close.

Sasha had spent the last five hours, albeit her friend's were obviously helping, but a part of her still felt like she was fighting with Bayley alone. It had been yet another night of battles trying to get her best friend to eat and shower and even just close her eyes. Sasha was exhausted from it all. Physically and mentally exhausted.

And she had no idea why she was even complaining because no matter what she was feeling, Bayley was clearly feeling it three thousand times worse.

And it was killing Sasha every second she had to sit here and watch her friend suffer.

Because it was all her fault.

All of this was her fault. She should never have left Bayley that night. She should never have agreed to let her stay on her own. It was late that night. The arena had been half empty already when Sasha left. There was no reason for Bayley to have been there on her own.

But Sasha had left anyways.

She had left and her friend had paid the ultimate price.

And now she was scared that she would never get her friend back, at least not the same friend that had been there with her last week before this all went down.

"Sash? You okay, hun?"

Sasha snapped out of her thoughts, glancing up at Becky and offering her friend a small smile. "Yeah, just tired. Anxious about Bayley and the therapist tomorrow, I guess."

Becky nodded, wrapping her arms around Sasha from behind, placing a kiss to her friend's cheek.

"She's gonna be okay, Sash. Promise. It'll just take some time, but she's gonna get there, and talking to a therapist is going to help."

Sasha nodded, turning around and wrapping her arms around Becky. "I know. Thanks, darling."

Sasha sat with Bayley on the couch, keeping her close as the time for the therapist to get there inched closer and closer. She gently kissed the top of her friend's head, and then her forehead.

"You're gonna be alright, love. I promise," whispered Sasha, Bayley shaking her head. "I don't wanna talk to a stranger."

Sasha sighed, gently rubbing her hand up and down her friend's back. "I know, baby. I know. I'm here, my love. I'm right here."

"Don't leave me alone. Please don't make me talk to her alone," cried Bayley, feeling her breathing start to intensify, Sasha sending a panicked look to Charlotte and Becky, who quickly jumped in to help.

"I'm not ready. I'm not ready! Please, don't make me!" cried Bayley, swallowing hard as she struggled to breath.

"Bayley, Bayley, look at me. Look right here, love," whispered Becky, lifting her friend's tearful and panicked gaze to meet her own calm one.

"Just relax. Take a big, deep breath, okay? We're right here, okay? But we can't be here when the therapist is talking to you. You need to do that alone, alright? We'll be in the other room, but you need to talk to her alone. Understand?" asked Becky softly, Bayley shaking her head.

"I don't want to do this!" cried Bayley, throwing herself onto the couch, kicking at Sasha as she tried to reach for her, not caring when she heard her friend curse out loud as Bayley's foot connected with her stomach.

"Bayley! Stop. We are not doing this to hurt you, baby girl," stated Charlotte, kneeling down next to the couch, putting her hand on Bayley's back as her friend started all out sobbing and screaming.

"Bayley, this is why you need to talk to this therapist. So you can get all these emotions out and start figuring out what's going on in that head of yours," said Becky, kneeling down next to Charlotte.

"No! No! NO! I'm not talking! You can't make me! You can't!" screamed Bayley, shoving herself off of the couch. Charlotte grabbed her before she could make it very far, Bayley letting out a high pitched scream as she struggled to get out of her friend's grasp, flailing her arms and legs.

"Bayley! Enough!" yelled Sasha, hating that she had to raise her voice to her friend, but not wanting this to turn into a full blown temper tantrum.

Bayley struggled against her friends restraints, sobbing and screaming against them as she tried to break free, her breaths coming out in short gasps in between sobs and screams.

Charlotte closed her eyes as she continued to tighten her grip on Bayley, Becky trying to tame her legs that were still kicking at everything and everyone.

"Let me go! Let me go!" moaned Bayley, her arms completely trapped now by Charlotte, the taller blonde managing to get herself into a sitting position, using her legs now to trap Bayley's legs, one arm wrapped tightly around her friend's arms and waist, her other holding her head back against her chest.

"Shh. Shh. Shh. Just let it out, Bay. Let it out, honey," whispered Charlotte, Bayley still struggling in her arms, moaning through her tears.

"I don't w-w-wan-want t-t-to ta-tal-talk. P-P-Please don-don't m-m-m-ma-ma-make m-m-m-me," she gasped, struggling to get her words out as she continued to struggle to calm herself down.

Charlotte kept her hold on Bayley, gently stroking back her now sweat soaked hair, whispering gentle, soothing words into her friends ear as her tears continued to take over, soft, quiet moans, escaping her lips as Charlotte tried to get her to take deeper breaths.

Charlotte could hear her friend still moaning, though she wasn't struggling against her anymore.

"All better, honey?" asked Charlotte quietly, Bayley taking a shaky breath, a small, weak, whimper escaping her lips.

Bayley nodded slowly, her body nearly limp in Charlotte's arms. Charlotte gently loosened her grip, Bayley nearly collapsing into her. "I feel tired," whispered Bayley, turning herself so she was on her side, Charlotte placing a kiss to her forehead.

"I bet. That took a lot out of you, love," whispered Becky, rubbing her thigh.

"I just wanna sleep," whispered Bayley, Charlotte shaking her head.

"I know, babe. But you gotta talk to this therapist first, okay? Just give it a chance, babe. Just once and see what it does," explained Charlotte, holding her breath. She hadn't realized Bayley would react with such intensity over this therapist coming to talk to her. But she should have. She should have known. She had been fighting this therapist thing since they told her about it.

A knock on the door snapped them all out of their thoughts, and nearly sent Bayley into another panic attack.

Charlotte tightened her grip on her once more, trying to keep her from running, as Sasha went to answer the door, speaking in a hushed tone to the therapist before moving out of the way for her to come in.

Charlotte sighed, hesitant to let go of Bayley, terrified that she would try to run or something equally crazy. She wasn't normally this….aggressive.

"Baylz? Come on, baby, we're gonna go to the other room, okay? You'll be alright, I promise," whispered Charlotte, placing Bayley back on the couch. The younger woman instantly drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them as she buried her face into her knees, starting to cry once again.

"Maybe we should-

Charlotte cut off Sasha, pulling her towards the other room. "No. She has to do this alone, Sash. She'll be fine," said Charlotte, Becky already at the door.

The therapist offered a reassuring smile to all three girls, sitting down on the couch next to Bayley, Charlotte practically dragging Sasha away from the room.

Charlotte shut the door, locking it from their side in case Bayley did try to bolt. Becky was lying down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"I've never seen her like that before," whispered Becky, Sasha swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Me either."