A/N- Thank you for sticking with the story, i appreciate you all! Shorter update today but was difficult me trying to figure out where to end chapters without it being weird. Stef's big speech is coming up next chapter and i just couldn't split that. If you get the chance please leave a review and leave me your thoughts. Enjoy!

As Always- I don't own The Fosters, all i own is this pumpkin.

Callie POV

But. I don't want to drink it. I'm not thirsty. I just want to sleep. Why can't you leave me alone. I just want to be left alone. I feel whiny. But it'd be fine if you just left me alone. I can't help the tears swimming in my eyes. But why is she concerned? I see her mouth moving but my thoughts are too clouded to hear the words. I'm trying so hard to pay attention. I hear "...drink more..." but I don't want to. Maybe if I just take another sip it'll convince her. I take a small sip and close my eyes.

I try to push the glass away again, but she stops me. I glance over at Stef and all I see is concern and love swirling in her eyes. My tears are released and I make no effort to stop them. She's looking at me intently, as if waiting for a response. I don't have the slightest clue what she said so I just nod hoping its the right answer.

Then I hear the word "hospital" as she tries to lift the glass back to my mouth. Crap, that's never good. Why would she send me there? I don't want to find out though so I try to chug the rest of the cup. The semisweet liquid burns my dry throat and gets caught in my attempt to down the glass. I cough and sputter but seem to drink more. This juice never ends. Are you trying to drown me or something?

Finally! Finally she lets me stop drinking. I'm freely crying at this point and can feel myself shaking. I don't have the energy to hide my emotions. I can't catch my breath and hear voices whirl around my head and feel arms wrap around me. I hear whispering in my ear that it's okay, that I'm loved. I lay my head back down on her shoulder and close my eyes.

Next thing I know I hear moms talking, why can I think of them like that so easily. No! Bad mind! I'll deal with that later, right now I want to know what they say. Something about a discussion they needed to have. But they're discussing now? I have no idea. My head is a lot clearer but things don't make sense yet. I'm just going to lay here and relax in the tones of their voices.

Words don't matter. Words never matter. Anyone can take 26 letters and turn them into words, but to construe meaning from those words is foolish. It's only in actions you can see real meaning. The years of broken promises and broken bones proves that point. But here in this house they've only showed love even in things as simple as remembering what kind of ice cream I liked. Mint chocolate chip of course, but strawberry milkshakes. By freely wrapping her arms around me and placing light kisses on my temple. They keep showing they love me. Maybe I was wrong and they won't send me away.

With that thought I wrap my arms tighter around the body holding me up and reposition myself. Then I hear Lena's voice, it's then I smell her coconut shampoo and realize I'm laying on her now. "It's been almost a half hour, we should wake her. If it's worked its worked if not we need to get her checked out immediately. You know I don't like waiting when it comes to our kids health." Stef shifts next to me, my legs across her lap, apparently I'm laying across the couch. "I know, I do to. But I had to try."

I feel a hand on my shoulder and Lena gently shakes me awake. "Callie, love, can you wake up for me?" I groan as I move to sit up, I have quite the headache now, but am feeling more awake by light years. I don't know when they laid me down but I'm grateful as I don't have a kink in my neck added to what I can only imagine being comparable to a hangover.

They help me to sit up slowly and I rest against Lena as Stef makes a swift exit from the room when her phone rings. I have no idea what she's doing but I don't think twice about it. I know she'll come back. She always does. A soft voice pulls me from my thoughts "How are you feeling?" I don't know if words exist to express my feelings, but if there are I don't know what they are. So I just moan and stretch my joints.

As I relax back into the couch she lifts another full glass and tries to hand it to me. I make no attempt to grab it, just shake my head no. Please anything but juice. It will be too early if I never taste orange juice again in my life. I thought I was done crying but the threat of drinking more juice makes me start again as silent tears trace my face. "I know honey. But, it'll make you feel better. We want to make sure we flush out everything you took. You scared us and we just want to make sure you're okay."

I'm overwhelmed with guilt and drink most of the glass. As I pass it back to her she gives me a piece of toast which I eat quickly. I don't even know the last time I ate. The sweet jam and slightly dry edges are enough for me to think this is a gourmet meal. Stef returns as I finish the toast. She slides in on the other side of me. I look over at her offering a small sad smile. "You're looking better" She states giving me a smile in return as she squeezes my hand. From behind me I hear "She is. I think it's time we all had a talk." Shit.