Hey Guys! Sorry it's been so long but I didn't get much reception at my resort so I couldn't post any new chapters! Anyway I have to speed through these author notes because I have to go to work so forgive me at the end for not giving shout outs!

Claire's POV

Typical Bee, always throwing a fit when things don't go her way. I watch her run out the door sobbing like an idiot and roll my eyes before disappearing. I have work to do.
I walk down the hallway corridors, my hands now red and blotchy, my skin a new shade of tan and my dark hair to my shoulders. I am Alex Narvaez.
I thought it would be so obvious to everybody that I was different, but nobody has ever given me a second look. I count the room numbers lining the wall until I get to the one I want.
"Emma, right?" I speak up, leaning on the door frame. The small girl looks up from a notebook and quickly closes it.
"Yeah?" She says before squinting. "I'm sorry but have we met?" I laugh.
"No." I chuckle "I overheard your name from some of the nurses. Thought I'd come and find you."
"Is something wrong?" She asks nervously.
"No." I say again. Good God this girl is a worry wart. Now I understand why her and Bee get along so well. "I wanted to ask you what you know about Phoebe Johnson." I tell her and her face floods with relief.
"Oh! Yeah Bee's great. She's really sweet and everybody seems to like her." I nod slowly. "Why do you ask?" She questions me.
"I've heard some rumors floating around." I state from my perfectly rehearsed script.
"What kind of rumors?" Emma says ready to defend her friend.
"I heard that's she's a total whack." I twirl my hair around my finger. "That like her entire family got murdered and now she's flown off the deep end. Did you hear the part where even after they put her in the hospital to keep her detained she tried to commit suicide?" Emma's face contorts in such a way that shows how confused she is.
"Not all of that is true." She says slowly trying to sort through what I'd just told her.. "who did you hear all of that from?"
"Ocean Park may be a big hospital but it's a close knit one." I state. "Are you friends with her?"
"I-I, yes. I am friends with her but she never told me any of that, or I guess that version." Emma stutters.
"I don't understand why you'd be friends with a weirdo like her." I chuckle. She glares at me.
"The only weird one here is you for asking me all these questions." She snaps and I straighten up. This is not the direction this is supposed to go.

"Look, okay." I soften my tone. "I'm just concerned. Has she seemed, out of sorts, lately? How is she?" Emma gives me a weird look.

"Why should I tell you?" She questions. "I don't even know who you are." I internally groan.

"I'm an old friend." I explain hoping that it's enough. Emma glances down at my wrist.

"You a patient here?" She asks changing the subject.

"Yes." I reply

"What are you in for?" She continues and I hold up my blistering hands.

"Let's just say I'm not exactly a pro at cooking." I tell her and she grimaces.

"Ouch, that sucks." She exclaims.

"Probably doesn't suck as much as having Anorexia." I retort and her jaw drops.

"How did you know that I have Anorexia?" She crosses her arms over her chest self consciously.

'I probably should be going." I smirk, changing the subject just like she had done to me. "But please, if you hear anything about Phoebe come find me. Room 260." She doesn't reply but just stares blankly at me. I shrug before turning and leaving.

Part of me feels bad for my words towards Emma but if there's one thing I like to do that is to switch around orders, especially if it means I can spend more time with my sister. If the people up top want me to interview Bee's friends and play the role of Alex Narvaez then who's to say Alex isn't a snarky bitch who takes forever to get information. This is my plan for now, to gain more time with Bee any way I possibly can.

I debate on going back to my room or to continue my investigation when something inside me feels instinctively wrong. I have to find Bee.

Bee's POV

I follow behind Hunter careful to always stay a few paces behind him. He glances back at me every now and then but doesn't say anything. We go up a really long ramp in the central of the hospital and I'm completely lost. I tell myself that this isn't a good idea but part of me just wants to rebel so bad and ultimately that side wins.

We reach the top and I'm panting. We walk briskly around the top floor.

"Quit looking so worried, it's suspicious." Hunter tells me and I pull my eyebrows together in a frown.

"What, so we should skip down the freaking hallway and sing 'If you're happy and you know it?'?" I jibe and he laughs.

"You're funny New Girl." He tells me but that's it. We continue walking until we reach a door that says Hospital Staff Only. Hunter takes a sneaky look around before cracking the door open and slipping in. I do the same, my heart rate intensifying.

The room is lined with shelves upon shelves of medical supplies. Boxes of gloves, anesthetic cleaners. Hunter pushes on towards the back of the room and heaves a large shelf aside to reveal a door behind it. I look at it in suspense. Hunter picks the lock before shoving it open to reveal...

The roof. Hunter walks on ahead of me but I find myself paralyzed. I haven't been up here since the night of the accident, there was no possible way, they barricaded all ways up and there was constant surveillance of all the entrances, except for this one of course.

I feel my body pulling me forward but I know I'm not mentally prepared for this. As soon as I step into the cool late afternoon breeze there is a tense feeling lingering in the thin air. The roof has been stripped of all of the decorations, no longer did twinkly christmas lights and colorful beanbags light up the bland grey rooftop.

I take small cautious steps forward until I see a large white spot among the chipping grey. Bleach. A very heavy feeling falls over me.

This place at one time was one full of magic, an escape for kids of uncertain fate to slip away from reality and enjoy being teenagers. All the happy memories made here, the special moments, I ruined them. Me. I ruined them.

It seems like a dream. I finally pull my gaze up to look at Hunter who is sitting cooly on the edge of the building smoking a cigarette, looking out at the LA skyline. I approach him quietly. He pats the spot next to him for me to sit down but I just stand beside him.

"You shouldn't be doing that." I tell him unsure if I'm referring to sitting on the edge of multiple story building or smoking the cigarette.

"What?" He jokes. "I already have a shit liver, a little tobacco won't kill me." I roll my eyes but he holds out the cigarette to me. I look down at it before grasping it between my two fingers and taking a long drag. I cough hysterically for a moment, my first ever smoke, but in the end I just give the butt back to Hunter who smashes the end of it on the concrete before flicking the remains down into the street below.

We are silent for a long moment, this heavy feeling doesn't leave me. I can't imagine what Hunter's thinking about. I wonder how often he's snuck up here. How often he's been to this once beautiful place that I've destroyed with my stupid actions.

"What's it like?" He finally breaks the silence.

"What?"

"A Hell of a lot must be going through your mind New Girl." He says. It's like one of those conversations where you know there is some underlying question but nobody knows how to bring it up.

"That's for sure." I agree.

"What's it like?" He asks again. I sigh trying to think of something to say.

"It's weird. I mean it's like I've already felt like it was my time to move on if that make sense. Like if you were almost dead because of your liver and the next day they bring you back and tell you everything's perfectly normal and you can go back to your life." I try to explain. He nods.

"You've already made peace with the idea of passing away. You feel like you're getting a second chance but you don't want that second chance. You've already mentally finished being whoever you were before and you don't want to go back to being that same person again. I think I'm struggling with that aspect of it." I continue my voice lowering. "I remember how happy and perfect my life used to be and people give the impression that I can just go back to it. I've changed as a person, and I don't know if I like who I am anymore."

"You're not big on change are you?" He asks me after a silent pause. I shake my head. "I didn't think so." Silence falls again and it was almost like I was waiting for him to say something to comfort me, to at least try and put in the effort to try and make me feel better, but he says nothing.

Soon I turn to leave but he grabs my wrist turning me back around so that we are face to face, our eyes piercing into each other's, our lips only centimeters apart. He places his hand gently on my cheek.

"Change is a part of life. You may have liked how you were before and the life you had but you said it yourself, you can't go back. Maybe who you are now is who you're truly meant to be." He pauses, glancing down at my lips. I swear he's going to make a move but he hesitates. "Have you ever thought that maybe a main cause of your depression is not from the deaths of your dad and sister but maybe, maybe, it's because of how it's changed you?" He brings his eyes back up to meet mine, waiting for my response.

"It makes sense." I whisper leaning in closer.

"It's not a bad thing, change that is." Hunter says softly. "Because of everything that's happened to you you've become stronger, more mature. You shouldn't hate who you've become, make peace with yourself and you can then make peace with everything else that is going on.." His voice begins to trail off and I know that I should be paying more attention to his words but I can't get the image of our lips colliding out of my head.

He begins to lean in closer and I shut my eyes in anticipation.

"What are you two doing up here?" A voice snaps and we both whip around to see an orderly standing where I left the door wide open. His eyes bulge when he recognizes me. "Phoebe Johnson you know better than anyone not to be up here! Now you both get down right now!"

"Shit." I mumble "Sorry about that." I whisper to Hunter.

"It's okay, I don't need to come up here anymore. I just wanted to bring you up here one last time. To try and make peace.." Hunter and I have never talked so I don't know the reason why he would care so much.

As he swings his legs back around to the other side of the building I take one last lingering glance around when I see her. Sitting on top of the other entry way, the one that we used to use before it got blocked off. She stares down at the scene. I know she's the one who snitched on us, and I know I'm the only one who can see her.

I shake my head angrily before following Hunter back into the hospital to receive our lecture.

This chapter is kind of up for some discussion on Bee and Hunter's moment and Claire's now constant presence in Bee's life. Tell me what you think in the reviews so I know what direction to take this story!

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