A/N: I guess I don't know if anyone is still reading this but I have been terrible at writing anything for months and months and a few hours ago I was like you know what, I'm going to write that story so here you go. Now I know it's not like much plot line or anything but I needed kinda like a build up chapter so I could get back in the swing of the story and it would still make sense. Hopefully I am not posting this in vain, but yeah. Sorry for the wait! Once again no copyright intended.

I watched the last of the nurses leave the room before finally letting my eyes rest on the three figures huddled inconspicuously in the corner of the room, out of the doctors way.
"I guess mommy and daddy dearest don't care enough about this child to make a guest appearance. I mean kinda sucks for them, missing out on the whole waking up part, that's the only part that people come for anyway." I laughed letting myself ramble, I wasn't too sure how I got to be in hospital or what had happened in the past few months, so I filled up the silence with empty nothings.
"Nikita." Blake finally breathed rushing to my bedside, my other brother's quickly following suit. I could feel the deep misery in the room and hated it. This is what hospital's did though. They bought to life the pain, the grief, the sadness felt by everyone, and shoved it into a building smelling of antiseptic, the overpowering scent of death.
"Where's everyone else? I was expecting a welcoming party." I joked, hating the way laughter felt on my unused body. I reached for the glass of water near me, smiling when Jesse handed it over, gingerly helping me to drink from the pink straw.
"They're only allowing family visits for now." Tom smiled sadly, squeezing my hand. I suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia. For the times when we were kids. Too young to be riddled with secrets. Too naïve to be worried and broken from the ways of the world. It didn't matter our upbringing. Our genetics meant shit. We could just laugh, and smile, and play without the feeling of impending doom. Without the self-hatred and fear. How I would kill for times to be like that now. I felt a sharp pang in my heart with that thought, with that word, "kill", for reasons unknown.
"Did...did I kill someone?" I whispered trying to make sense of my thoughts, coming as a non sequitur to my innocent brothers. They exchanged uneasy glances.
"What do you remember of..." Jesse trailed off, letting the question get heavy in the dense air.
"Honestly the last thing I remember is having dinner at Miss Montgomery's, y'know the night I got that photo? But I like know things happened after that, like I know Jason's dead." I said matter-of-factly not allowing myself to grieve again. I knew it killed me the first time, even if I couldn't remember the events. Trying to only resulted in a headache and a weird grey mist clouding my already poor memory.
"Well this is going to be fun!" Jesse grinned, looking oddly joyous.
"Don't be a dick Jesse." Blake warned, as Tom rolled his eyes. Clearly already resigned to the workings of my family.
"What? She doesn't know anything. I'm going to have so much fun." Jesse sighed, leaning back in his chair, lost in his mind. I couldn't help the grin that graced my features, so overcome with happiness to be with my brothers once more.
"Why are you smiling about that?" Tom laughed, as Blake said "He's evil. Not good. No happy."
"Thank you for dumbing it down for me Blake. I actually received serious brain damage and will have to return to grade one to ensure a proper education. You're simplifying of sentences is a great help." Blake poked his tongue out in response.
"You all know why she's grinning anyway," Jesse laughed receiving confused and puzzled looks from us all, "it's not even hard to figure out. You're all disappointing. I am clearly the favourite brother."
"Hell no. Nope, no no no." Tom shook his head, refusing to accept Jesse's wisdom.
"That's blasphemy. Ridiculous. I won't stand for lies like that." Blake added, nudging the youngest Taylor child in the ribs playfully. Jesse and I exchanged a knowingly evil look.
"Shun the non believer!" We squealed, Jesse clambering up onto my bed, pushing away our brother's.
"Are you saying his words are true sister?" Blake looked scandalized.
"He's the only one who bought me candy. He will forever remain my favourite." I shrugged pulling the bag of skittles out of his pocket, greedily taking a handful.
"How did you even know they were there?" Tom asked, clearly bewildered.
"Easy. He's the favourite." I shrugged, joining in on the following chorus of laughter.

I sat on my bed suddenly overcome with boredom. I had stupidly sent all three of my brothers home, telling them they needed to shower, eat, sleep, bring me stuff. Always the loving sister. Though I stood by my actions it was idiotic to send the only three people who could visit me away, at one time, to leave me alone to wallow in my insufficient thoughts. It's very hard to think much about anything when half the things that should be on your mind are no longer in existence to you.
"Hi Nikita, how are you feeling this morning?" One of my regular nurses asked me, breaking me out of my chain of thought.
"I am overcome with an astute feeling of dissatisfaction and monotony." I replied, not inflicting much emotion into my voice.
"Your brothers aren't here to spice things up?" She asked doing her nurse-y stuff, looking at charts and levels and things that made no sense to me.
"I can't rely on those three 24/7 you know? That's why I am formally requesting to be allowed visitors that are not of blood relations." I replied, watching her do her job, making it seem like a well choreographed dance, not mundane activities that are paired with the whining of an annoying teenager, surely a thorn in her side when she is doing such an intricate performance.
"We've spoken about this, you're friends aren't coming to visit you." The nurse sighed, clearly bored with this conversation. I just about moaned to every nurse on my floor for a visitor that was not a brother of mine, but to no avail. I could feel it though. Today was the day. Otherwise I was making a break for it. I would stop at nothing to just be able to see another face.
"But you see that is where you are getting me wrong." I pointed out, spinning to remain looking at the nurse. Julie was her name. She had long blonde hair, and her face radiated a youth that was long past her time. I would kill to age as well as her.
"Meaning?" Julie the nurse spoke curtly, probably bored of me.
"I am requesting visitors that are not of my blood line." I repeated, placing emphasis on the more important part of the sentence. Julie stared at me impatiently. "Okay, I'm going to throw some idea's out there. You give me feedback and we'll see where we go from here." I suggested, smiling when Julie rolled her eyes and nodded. Progress! "As much as I would love to see my friends, I really don't care. I am asking for anyone. Now I am not meaning Mr. Harrison's grandmother, and I am not meaning Tim's weird great-nephew, I am meaning people who are here to see me."
"I would never suggest such guests." Julie feigned offense.
"Really? Is that so? Because after asking that fine young male nurse he sent other patients reject visitors over to me and I can't deal with that anymore. I now know over fifty of Grandma Harrison's favourite names of boys spanning over a period of July 1976 to February the following year. Not just the names though. Their meanings and origins, paired with a lovely little snippet about why they made her list and why John only ranked at number 15 when Timothy ranked at number 8. No human is emotionally stable enough to have to deal with that." Julie tried to cut in her but I continued with my rambling request. "So, while I am requesting a visit from anybody, I am hoping to limit it to people within my life, take Mrs Hastings. My best friends mother. Had a few conversation's with her but she is little more than an acquaintance, that is the type of visitor I am willing to settle for. How do you feel about all this?"
"Firstly that fine young male nurse has a name." Julie stared pointedly at me, apprehending me again for talking inappropriately of one of her colleagues, but really? That was the most family friendly way I had referred to him in weeks I had spent in this death trap.
"And secondly?" I asked with a cheeky grin, I was gunning for one tiny visit from somebody I knew from a distance, an awkward conversation would be much appreciated at this deteriorated mental state I was in.
"I have been talking with your doctor and we have agreed that you can have visitation rights." Julie let herself give me a small smile and I couldn't help the "woop" of joy that erupted from me, quickly followed with a tight hug to Nurse Julie.
"Julie, the stress you put me through," I sighed fondly rolling my eyes, "so why did you not tell me this before? My entreaty seems redundant now."
"I was intrigued as to what you were going to offer me, plus I need some entertainment in my day, you're not the only who has to talk to Tim's great nephew."