The hospital in Arcadia Bay was always emptier than Heaven. It was a little busier in the winter months thanks to ice and snow related accidents, but in the fall things were generally pretty calm. This meant nurses and doctors tended to meander around and really take their time instead of getting to what they were needed for quickly. It seemed counter productive, but...

"Hello!" Chloe yelled as she was wheeling Kate through the emergency waiting room in a wheelchair she'd snagged from the door, "Girl shot in the fucking leg here!"

She huffed, trying to get the attention of the receptionist who may as well have been playing solitaire on that computer of her. Chloe could remember the day she'd broken her wrist, and her father had driven her to the hospital only for them to make her wait about forty minutes in the waiting room before even being put in a room, and forever waiting on a doctor, much less an X-Ray. She hoped desperately things had changed even just a little since then.

Kate was crying, tears streaming down her face, and Chloe looked down to check on her once more as she stopped the wheelchair at the front desk. The woman with a name tag "Morice" looked up, and then down at Kate.

"Name?" Morice asked.

"Name?" Chloe asked shooting the receptionist a look, "How about, get her to a room, and help her and then name. She's bleeding!"

"Kate Marsh," Kate replied queitly.

Kate tried to put her hands on the wheels and turn the wheel chair to the side to roll herself away from the desk likely to park herself and wait, but Chloe grabbed the handles and forced her to stay where she was, giving her a little jolt. She heard Kate gasp, but kept her eyes locked on Morice. After another moment a male nurse came over.

"I got this." He said, and motioned Chloe to move out of the way. Chloe reluctantly moved out of the way so he could wheel Kate through the double doors down the hallway.

"Don't let him fuck with you! You have rights!" Chloe yelled down the hallway, and Morice looked at her like she was crazy. As if she was wondering exactly what rights Chloe was talking about, and what she thought the nurse might do to Kate. Chloe wasn't entirely sure, but she knew all too well that women weren't taken very seriously by medical professionals a lot of the time. Considering Kate was a short, shy, easily messed with young woman, Chloe didn't want to take any chances.

"Ma'am, either leave, or sit down and wait." Morice told her.

Chloe glared at the woman, before stepping closer to the desk. "Give me a visitors tag first." She demanded. Some might have said there was no reason for her to be such a bitch, but, Chloe had learned what it was like to let people walk all over her, and she'd prefer to be safe, get what she wanted, and come off like as bitch than be a pushover that everyone hurt...

"We can't let you visit Miss Marsh until tomorrow, after she's been helped, and has given permission." Morice told Chloe.

"That's bullshit." Chloe grumbled, and shook her head. Her messy blue hair ruffling with the movements of her head. When she couldn't convince the receptionist to just give her a name tag and let her wander around, Chloe was forced to go home. She knew David would likely be there, so, when she went 'home' she really just climbed onto the room and through her bedroom window. The house was silent except the TV downstairs, and she hoped she could get some sleep before someone ended up barging in her door. It wasn't even dark yet, but, she planned on getting up early in the morning to sneak out.

She grabbed her desk chair and propped it underneath the door handle so no one could open her bedroom door unless they wanted to break it. With a sigh, she raked her fingers through her hair, and pulled her phone out of her jeans pocket.

6:22 - David: The police WILL be here tomorrow morning, and you WILL answer their questions.

6:25 - David: We know you are up there, your mother is very worried about you.

6:27 - David: You could do better. Instead you are just disappointing everyone.

Chloe rolled her eyes and threw her phone onto her messy bed. Since they knew she was up there, she decided to just kick her boots off extra hard. Her combat boots clunking against the floor. Hey, at least now she could shower in the morning. No use in pretending she wasn't there. However she was not looking forward to talking to the police, so, there was no way she was staying long enough for the sun to rise.

It was four forty in the morning when Chloe's phone vibrated with an alarm. It had been going off since forty thirty, but she had snoozed it once, or twice, maybe. She had made sure the sound alarm was silent, so it didn't wake her mother or David-The-Dick. She hated that he was living there, espeically sleeping in the same bed as her mother; but seeing him every single time she wanted to eat breakfast with her mother, or spend time with her mother, well...let's just say David was the reason she barely spent any time with her mom anymore.

Chloe grabbed clothing from her drawers,put them on her bed, and headed into the shower. After a ten minute or so shower, she hopped out, wrapped her pirate towel she had for so long it was quite raggidy, around her body and headed out of the bathroom.

"Fuck!" Chloe screamed, quite literally shrieking when David's tall broad shouldered body was three feet in front of her. She had forgotten again in her tired state that he was even fucking there.

"Chloe!" David exclaimed back in surprise, "You can't just walk out of the bathroom in a towel..." His eyes drifted from her face, down to her feet and back up. Not even attempting not to look in her direction.

Chloe's face flushed deeply and she felt sick at even the thought of him looking at her in a towel. "Don't look at me fucking pervert!" she yelled at him and went hurling towards her bedroom, damp feet shuffling and squeezing against the hardwood floor. She was panting softly by the time she got her door closed and leaned her back against it.

"Ugh!" she shivered, "Fucking disgusting."

She took a deep breath and propped her chair back under her door handle, suddenly feeling paranoid. She pulled her towel off and let it fall to the floor before she dressed in denim shorts, a white tank top, a long sleeve black henley top over it, and her boots; and of course her undergarments underneath all that. She brushed her hair, and raked some styling cream in it before shaking it out, and grabbing her phone she charged overnight and her wallet which she shoved in her back pocket.

Chloe knew she was leaving because of now wanting to talk to the police, but, wanting to check on Kate, was also a reason. It was weird for her, to suddenly care about someone enough to want to check on them in the hospital. She had felt so empty espeically the last few months; Rachel was gone, and she had pushed away all of her other friends. Drew had graduated already, and Steph and Mikey were seniors now, and every time they tried to talk to her, she just blew them off. Yet, not she was going to check on Kate Marsh of all people. Maybe she just felt bad because it was kind of her fault Kate was shot... Yeah, that was it.

"You better not be leaving!" David's voice came from the other side of her door. Chloe flipped the door off with both hands before climbing onto her desk and out of her open window...