Before anyone judges, Hannah (appears in this) was from my Star Trek fanfiction... Yes I like writing with overlaps, it's fun... Anyway, she was written when I was twelve, and I couldn't think of any other names, so she got mine. So, yup. Please don't judge me.

Please review it when you guys read it!

Hannah the Hobbit! Xx

Lucie felt like a misbehaving schoolgirl, as Cal scolded her, tutting over the purplish bruises decorating her hand. He gently reinserted the IV line, his thumb gently smoothing down the tap holding it in place.

"Leave this one in." He said, sternly, but teasing. Lucie rolled her eyes. Cal frowned at her.

"I don't think you realise how serious that could have been." Cal rebuked her. Lucie raised an eyebrow, a single glance to remind him that she actually was a doctor as well. Cal blinked.

"Did Ethan not explain your condition?" He asked warily.

"Internal bleeding, broken bones, near punctured lung, blah de blah de blah." Lucie drawled, slipping her feet under the thin blankets.

"Your heart stopped." Cal told her bluntly. "You were arrestive, long enough that they'd stopped CPR."

Lucie stared blankly at him. Her mouth dropping slightly in horror. One day ago she had been, for all extensive purposes, dead; she had thought it would have a been a good idea to go running around the hospital. Idiot! She internally cursed herself and shook her head slightly.

"No, he forgot to mention that." She said, a feeble attempt at a joking tone failing to mask the shock she'd just been plunged into. "Wait. He stopped CPR?" She demanded. Cal nodded.

"Mustn't have wanted to miss an opportunity to slap you again." She replied, a feeble attempt at humour.

Lucie looked up from her bed as Ethan softly closed the door behind him.

"Can I call someone?" She asked surprisingly sincere. Ethan frowned thinking about it.

"Yeah, I don't see why that would be a problem." He allowed. Lucie grinned.

"Does that mean I get a visitor?" She pushed hopefully. Ethan raised an eyebrow questioning. Lucie smiled at him, batting her eyelids falsely.

"You look like an idiot when you do that." He informed her before relenting. "Fine! Yes, you can."

Lucie beamed genuinely. She threw her free arm around him.

"Thank you! I am so bored!" She squealed delightedly, snatching up her phone.

"There really was no point in me coming to see you was there?" He asked rhetorically. Lucie shook her head, lifting the phone up to her ear. She shooed Ethan out of the room with a wave of her hand.

A short, slender woman poked her head around the door. A green beret drooped perfectly over her left brow, a badge crowning it. She raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to bitch about something, cry on my shoulder, natter constantly for hours or all three?" She asked suspiciously. Lucie hunched her knees up to her chest.

"I need your shoulder. I'm struggling to keep up the illusion that I'm okay." She mumbled into her knees. Hannah sighed, kicking the door shut behind her. She sat next to her on the bed and smiled tentatively.

"Spill. What's got you so wound up that you've come to me?" She asked, wrapping an arm around her closest friend.

Lucie poured out everything to Hannah, broken by the sniffles as she tried to keep the tears from erupting from within. Hannah rubbed her shoulder sympathetically.

"Douchebag." She sighed. Hannah glanced at Lucie as she scraped away her tears, wiping her nose on her wrist. She saw her heartbreak and anguish plastered clearly on her face, a betrayal so deep it physically hurt. Lucie met Hannah's gaze, and Hannah let out sigh.

"You really do love him don't you?"

Lucie nodded helplessly.

"Hell, I wish I didn't. I'd give everything I have to stop, but I can't." She groaned, sinking under the thin covers. Hannah pulled from her pocket two small thin, leaf-filled bags.

"As ever, the murderess has the solution. Tea." She dangled the tea bags in the air. Lucie laughed weakly.

"Britishness intensifies." She said pathetically. Hannah clapped her lightly on the back.

"That's my girl."

"I'm supposed stop loving him at this point, but I can't!" Lucie explained, wretched tears forming, ravaging her face. She gulped angrily. "I hate him with everything I have, but some how I still love him. And it's killing me. Because how can I love him if I can't trust him? Why do I even care, when he clearly doesn't give a damn about me?"

She sniffed helplessly, scrubbing her face fiercely. She laughed heartlessly. "I was so stupid, and blind and," Lucie snorted in self derision. "*wishful* to think I could be different."

She held back a sob, her chest jarring up and down violently with each jagged, broken gulp of air. She let her head rock back and looked down at the cold tiled floor. She laughed coldly, mockingly.

"And, I think I've hit the key point here, why the shit am I talking to a teddy bear?"

The bear drooped forwards, choosing that moment to let it's battered and beaten body to fall from the bedside table. As it hit the floor a small tuft of stuffing fell out from its ear. Hannah slid back into the room.

"Because I went on a tea round, that's why." She said softly, handing her the paper cup. She scooped up the old and well-loved soft toy and placed it back on the white counter. "And you are different. Your man is just too much of an idiot to have realised it yet, or was just really pissed. Shit knows some times I've been so far gone I don't know my own name much less if I'm dating a girl or not."

Lucie laughed, again without much conviction.

"You? Date a girl?" She teased. "They'd have to psychotic or at the very least deranged to do that."

Hannah stuck her tongue out at her.

"Rude." She retorted. "But you have a point. No girl is dumb enough to date me."