Most importantly, I really have to say thanks to razzledazzle96, who helped me a ton with all of the medical stuff! Thanks for correcting me!

Gosh, I just realized that this story takes place A LOT in the hospital... well, at least for now

Disclaimer: All rights go to Disney and Demi Lovato's song, Two Worlds Collide is not mine either!


Good Comes Last

by: Laugh, in laughnsmile96

Chapter Seven: Two Worlds Collide


And she tried to survive
Wearing her heart on her sleeve
But I needed you to believe

You had your dreams
I had mine
You had your fears
I was fine
Showed me what I couldn't find
When two different worlds collide
La da da da daa

Demi Lovato, Two Worlds Collide

FEBRUARY 29, 2009



Gabriella slammed her head against the the mattress of her plain, white bed. It was so frustrating! She knew just knew she was forgetting something but what had ran out of her mind never came back. A headache tugged at her skull as she racked her short memory. Her brows drew together in annoyance yet her face was incredibly cute to the elderly nurses.

"Calm down, child. Just take your medicine. I'm sure whatever you are forgetting doesn't mind," Marissa cooed as she tried to hand the twenty-five year old with a red and white pill with a glass of water. Gabriella let out a heavy sigh.

"That's the thing ,right! I just can't remember what I've have forgotten!" Gabriella whined. She sat up on her bed and leaned against the wooden board behind her, attached to the bed. Gabriella just couldn't take it anymore, pills, headaches,sleep, nurses, eat, more headaches, more pills, sleep again, more worse headaches, eat dinner, sleep, wake up with a headache, take more pills for relief, and sleep again, that was all she did during the day!

Gabriella came back to her room that Valentine's day, two weeks ago, to an awaiting Marissa. She was furious. Enraged! In front of her Gabriella looked like a child ready for a scolding.
"What were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all? What would have happened if you passed out in the middle of the house?! Who knows how we would be able to find you in Mr. Bolton's mansion!" Marissa had yelled so her voice would echo in the empty hallway.

The brunette winced as the pills slid down her throat along with the cool fresh water. Her mind wandered over subjects as Marissa began cleaning up the side table that she had layed out the pills for the day on. For the past couple of days her head sauntered back two weeks ago to when she had seen Troy in the basement. It was now that she regretted not taking a second look at Troy. Gabriella looked down as she sipped her warm milk while flattening the white, cotton sheets wrapped around her lap. The corner of her mind still ached for what she had forgotten but for now a new subject had rose.

"Is he always like that?" Gabriella asked, holding the glass with both her hands, near her stomach. Marissa shot a glance at Gabriella, questionably.

"And who are we walking about, dearie?" The old nurse said, continuing her work. She tried not to make eye contact with Gabriella as best as she could. Marissa's eyes always dimmed when any one of the many nurses around the Bolton mansion would carry out the subject of Troy in one of their discussions. Now, Marissa just couldn't bare the sight of Troy Bolton, the innocent child who had turned into a selfish brat. Breakfast at the table, that was ignored anyway, was stopped being put on the table and at night Marissa wouldn't even try to get Troy to sit upright and take his cloths off. Nowadays, Troy came home every single day before seven in the evening. Jesse didn't let Troy drink in his bar because he knew that a certain favorite and only sister of his was being taken care of in Troy's house.

Gabriella's head cocked. Marissa knew very we who Gabi was talking about. "Troy" she said, confused as to why Marissa was unreasonably pretending. "I'm talking about Troy. I mean, why is he always so-" she paused trying to figure out a better word other than odd. She looked at the ground and then at Marissa. "..weird" she finished, knowing about her word choice.

"My, Gabriella, aren't you the curious one?" the head nuse mocked, her British tongue not at all hidden. Marissa sighed, she knew she had been found. It was really time for Gabriella to know what was 'wrong' with Troy. "Troy wasn't always like this" she said "He had a girlfriend" she gave a dreary smile. "one that he loved very much," Marissa drew in a deep breath. "But unreal love does things to people, you know" she looked at Gabriella, who stared back curious and blank. "It grows within the mind, making one so dense that they cannot see anything else," Marissa told Troy's tale. "and nowadays, no one can tell whether girls are acting for fame or it is true love" she paused. "After some time though, it became clear to not just the maids 'ere at his 'ome but many others, that it was fake," Marissa let out a heavy sigh,again. "He was torn arpart when she left him that day. That was the first day Troy came home drunk and ever since then it got worse," the maid looked at her hands while fiddling with the hemming of her dress for sometime. A stray tear fell from her eye to thigh, soaking a spot of black of her maid's dress. "and three months later, on a special Christmas day yo-" Marissa caught her self before telling anything to Gabriella. Her watery, old eyes stared almost through Gabriella's chocolate orbs whose eyes had drew together when she had stopped short. She did a very bad job of covering up, too.

"Look at the time!" she gasped. "it's 11:30! You need a nice sleep for a long day tomorrow. It's the new month and we have to go to the hospital again!" Marissa chirped. Gabriella sighed, like Marissa. Of course, she never knew why she had to go to the hospital, Gabriella felt perfectly fine, not including the constant headaches she goes through.

That night, Gabriella went to sleep racking her brain, again, for what she was forgetting, like she was all of today. Tomorrow was a whole new day, a whole new month. Sleep could wait.


FEBRUARY 29, 2009 , EARLIER THAT DAY

Troy knew that he could treat Gabriella a little bit better. Somehow he could never get around to mustering up his courage and get inside her room. He had gotten close, too close once but that night he had gone to the club and had a couple of beers. He wasn't dunked in alcohol ,though, just enough for Marissa to smell. He was right outside Gabriella's room that night, in January. He fixed his hair, straitened his shirt , flattened his jeans and even checked his breath. When he finally laid his hand on the silver knob, it opened itself from the other side. Marissa stepped out of the room right in front him. She looked at him in the eye, fearless. With out any warning, Marissa's body drew closer to him and sniffed his lips. She took a stride backwards, with a wrinkled nose.

"Get away from Gabriella" she warned, strictly. That was all it took for Troy. He easily turned around and sauntered down the hall, disappearing from Marissa's sight. Ever since then, he hadn't even gotten closet to Gabriella's room.

Now, two weeks since Troy was confronted by Gabriella in the basement, he couldn't get her out of his mind but not inn a good way, not in a way that he liked. She was in his dreams, in his mind and frightfully, the face of the Los Angeles Children' Hospital billboard that stood on the highway he took home. Troy began an obsession over hating Gabriella's nature.

But his habit had to change. At 8:34 Ryan Evans, Troy's adviser landed in the LAX airport after his prolonged vacation.

The loud ring of Troy's phone echoed throughout the kitchen. After glancing at the direction of the ring, Troy opened the door of the microwave, grabbed the Lean Cuisine container out of it and grabbed his phone, after walking across his very large kitchen.

"Talk to me" he said into his iPhone (don't own).

"Troy" he winced. It was Ryan. Ryan, Troy's strict adviser. Ryan, the one that is going to go berserk when he sees Troy. "We need to talk. Meet me at Trinity Bar in ten minutes" As a beep sounded through Troy's ear, he gulped. Trinity was Jesse's bar. The one he had been kicked out of. Sucking in his breath, Troy ate a bite of the Lasagna he had warmed earlier and winced at the metallic taste that corrupted his taste buds. Immediately, Troy spit the chunk of food into the trash can. Troy gulped down a glass of water before grabbing his keys and walked out the front door. A loud, acute noise sounded as a reaction to the unlock button on Troy's keys. He slowly sauntered down the driveway of his lonely mansion, with his hand stuck in his pockets, as the sun slowly sucked the brigt blue color of the sky and sprayed out violent pinks and oranges in the pathway of it's departure. . As soon as he approached the shiny, black Benz and started the vehicle, Troy zoomed off towards the all too familiar night bar, Trinity.

Almost seven minutes later, Troy had drove into a parking spot about two streets away from the actual bar he was going to you. By now, the sun was only a streak of yellow light that was sprawled across the dark purple skies, and still descending. Troy didn't want to expect anything that was goning to happen in the next few hours. There was too much. For all he knew, Ryan didn't make it to the bar yet and was still eating enchiladas with his fiance.

Troy passed a couple of miserably hidden paparazzi before finally reaching the bar that was on 824th ST. He inhaled deeply and laid his hands on the cold metal knob and turned it. Troy stepped into the bar with a barely heard jingle. It was crowded, like it was all the time in the evening. Troy's eyes scanned the smoky room, that smelt strongly of alcohol. No, he wasn't looking for Ryan but for Jesse. Apparently, Jesse was looking at who had come through the door, too. Their eyes met for seconds and instantly, Troy could tell that Jesse was torn apart. He missed his little sister. The 28 ,now 29, year old man wasn't aloud to see Gabriella anytime and neither were the rest of Gabriella's friends. It would have brought too much stress to Gabriella's brain. Surprisingly, and much to Marissa's contrary thought, Troy knew that but only because her friends had tried to come visit Gabriella before and the nurses had all said no.

Troy looked around the large room to spot Ryan in a corner staring directly at him. There was a thing about his stares. Something that Troy couldn't point out except for that they made you jump at first and then later feel like the only person on Earth who had to deal with the famous 'Ryan stares' It was quite frightening. The stares of course were something that Troy had gotten immune to, though. After shaking it off, Troy, with his hands still tucked safely in his jean pockets, strolled over to the table where Ryan sat. He sat and waited for him to say anything. Nothing happened. A few minutes later Jesse came by to pick up an empty mug.

"One for each" Ryan ordered while Jesse let out a face of detest. It didn't go past Troy. A few minutes later, Jesse came back with a single mug that was filled to the rim with beer. It spilt onto the floor while he made his way through the drunken crowd towards their table. He set the beer in front of Ryan. First looking at the beer, Troy, and then finally Jesse, Ryan put on another one of his faces.

"I do remember saying 'one for each'" Ryan repeated. Jesse's eye brows drew together.

"The last thing I do on this planet would serve anything to the man who tore my sister away from me," Jesse's mouth spewed out venomous words to Troy who defenselessly avoided eye contact and looked down towards the old wood ground. Ryan stood up harshly in rage as Jesse walked away for the last time.

"Ryan! It's not worth it" Troy yelled for his friend and adviser to calm down. Reluctantly, he did. He looked towards Troy with an angry face.

"I want to know everything" Troy didn't wait for any thing else. He began telling him the story of everything, even the beginning of which Ryan knew too much about. At the end of Troy's story, Ryan looked down and up again with an idea, a order.

"Troy, god, you have to make her feel at home" he was doing his job, now. "Become friends with her" he paused. "I know it's hard okay, to get over-" Troy put on a wince in anticaption of her name. "her, but right now you are desperate and we can't afford any complaints from Gabriella" Troy looked up and nodded. He instantly got up and left the bar.

Once in his car, Troy rested his hands on the wheel and his head on it's designated rest. Desperate tears escaped Troy as his whole body began to thrive in weakness and pain. So, he drove. Out of sight and probably, at least out of the city of Los Angeles. He drove aimlessly.

Three hours later he arrived his home with a tear stained face and pink nose and eyes. After setting the car's keys on the black marble counter top, Troy poured himself another glass of water. Slowly, he took the first sip of his water. A sharp jerk of pain overwhelmed Troy's body starting from his abdomen. Almost instantly, Troy collapsed in pain.

It was like god had reached him when two petite arms held Troy in their grasp. "Marissa!" she yelled, worry lining her voice discretely. In a matter of moments, Troy had fallen completely into a black world.