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Lots of Love - Britt

Pain. That's all I feel when I wake up. A pulsing pain in my temples and behind my eyes and an aching pain in my heart in which I have nothing to associate with. Kara has been kind enough to nurse my hangover all morning until Jordi comes in and takes over.

"Hey Phoebe." Jordi greets softly as he runs a nervous hand through his hair. I pat the spot on the bed next to me and he comes over to sit beside me. I nearly collapse into him.

"I feel like shit." I groan against him.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I should've kept a better eye on you." He tells me.

"What even happened? Last thing I remember you were carrying me to the car."

Flash back

Jordi kisses me back at first, taken aback by my sudden move. Soon though his hands gently grab mine and pull me away.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, a warmth radiating inside. My vision soft and blurred the slightest bit.

"Bee, you're drunk." He says. "I don't want to take advantage of you." I wrap one arm around him again and throw my head back laughing.

"Take advantage of me! How, when you're forcing me to make all the moves?" I lean in again to kiss him but he pulls away again, annoyed.

"We really need to leave. You didn't see Dash at all while you were wandering off did you?" He asks. I look out the window and point.

"There he is, with Claire." I say.

"Claire?" He questions following my finger with his gaze. "Do you mean Alex?"

"Claire, Alex. They're all the same persons." I shrug. Jordi glances me over before patting my knee and getting out of the car to talk to Dash. I strain my ears to try and eased drop on their conversation.

"Dude I've been trying to get a hold of you!" He exclaims in a hushed tone.

"Chill man." Dash says holding up his hands defensively. "Me and the lady were just enjoying our time together."

"Well my lady is drunk off her ass. She needs to get back to the hospital and sleep all of this off. This was such a stupid idea." Dash places his hand on Jordi's shoulder.

"It's fine J-man. You worry too much. Now come on. Let's get Bee back." My eyes are super heavy now and I feel the cool dewy glass window against my cheek. I hear the car doors open and shut but I don't bother opening my eyes. I let the rhythm of the moving car lull me to sleep.

Present

"How is Alex doing?" I ask wondering if it was possible for Claire to drink more than me last night.

"I uh actually haven't seen her around today. She may have been discharged." I gasp and immediately start choking on air.

"You think she left?" I try and sound calm while catching my breath.

"No, no." He says sensing my abnormal outburst over this girl I supposedly just met. "She might just be busy with appointments that's all." I just nod my head, trying to relax.

"Jordi you're still pale." I comment. "Are sure you're feeling alright?"

"Bee don't worry about me." He chuckles. "I'm fine." I don't buy his words so I shoo him out of my room saying that I'm going to try and get some sleep when in reality I just hope that he will try and do the same.

When Jordi's gone I dig into my pillowcase and pull out my picture frame with the news article, gliding my thumb gently over my father's face. The pain is getting less every day, but I'm still in denial over the whole things seeing as we never had a formal funeral or anything since my mom's... In a coma.

I quickly return the frame back to its hidden place but my fingers intertwine with a cool metal chain and I pull it out curious. It's the locket my aunt gave me for Christmas. La vie continue still engraved on the back side. I pause staring at it, trying to find the strength to open it.

Just as my thumbnail slips between the two metal pieces I hear footsteps enter my room. I look up to see Nurse Jackson.

"Hi Bee." She says her voice tender with sympathy.

"Is something wrong?" I ask immediately shoving the locket back under my pillow.

"No," she jumps before regaining composure. "Nothing's wrong. Just a little bump in the road that's all." I get up to meet her in the doorway but she gestures back into the room. "Actually Bee I think you may want to sit down."

My heart is in my throat. What if they found out about me drinking last night. Who could've told her? Kara. Omg Kara I'm going to kill her!

"I swear it's not what you think." I blurt out and her eyebrows squeeze together in confusion for a moment.

"I'm sure it's not." She says not questioning me. "Bee I've actually come to tell you that Tess will no longer be participating in your recovery process. She will still handle the financial part of your stay but she just says that being around you just took too much of an emotional tool on her, she couldn't handle it." My cheeks flush in anger and my heart leaps back down into my stomach in shock.

"She couldn't handle it, so she left me." I murmur. "She left me. She left me!" I scream. "This isn't fair! It's taking an emotional toll on her just being around me? Try fucking being me!"

"Shh baby it's okay." Nurse Jackson tries to console me.

"She's trying to abandon me again! Just like she did when she first dumped me here! What makes you think that's okay? My mom is laying in a hospital bed somewhere like a vegetable and she doesn't think that takes an 'emotional toll' on me?" I shout mocking my aunt. Nurse Jackson takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry Bee, hopefully without the stress of her here you can recover faster." It is in this moment that I realize the goal of Dr. Heart and Nurse Jackson in bringing my aunt here, to help us make amends so that we could heal together. However this realization is just a fleeting thought in my mind when I remember that I'm not the one who failed, Tante Tess is.

"This is bullshit." I mutter before snapping. "Nurse Jackson I don't even know what's going to happen to me!" The words force themselves out of my mouth. They send a lump to my throat and a burning sensation behind my eyes. "I'm all alone." I croak, choking on the sobs that want to wreck even more havoc on my poor body.

I yank myself out of bed, still in last night's clothes and race out of the room. I have no idea where I'm going, so I just let my feet carry me off. The longer I run, the longer I can hold the tears back. The worse the pain in my legs and head, the less the pain in my throat. This is all I can think as I once again run away from my problems.

Dr. Grace's POV

I was called to a meeting for Bee this morning, or I guess you could say I kinda just showed up. I've had a special interest in her since her brain trauma incident and I've been trying to remain active in her case.

"So we're all aware of the fact that Tess no longer is participating in Bee's recovery correct?" Dr. McAndrew addresses the crew scattered across the round conference table.

"Yes," I speak up. "Why is that do you think?"

"She just stated that it was too much for her. With Anne also in the hospital I'm sure she's been under a lot of stress." I roll my eyes.

"She needs to support her niece." I mutter and Dr. McAndrew glares at me.

"This was her choice and it isn't our place to tell her what to do." I cross my arms, heat rushing towards my face. "Anyway," he continues. "Nurse Jackson is giving her the news now, hopefully she handles it well." Bee never handles anything well.

"What about therapy? Should we just continue on the originally planned course?" Dr. Heart asks.

"Why would you do that?" I interrupt again receiving a glare from Dr. McAndrew. I continue slowly. "It's been over a month and we still have yet to see results."

"Of course we've seen results!" Michelle scoffs. "She's not jumping off roofs anymore is she?" A flare of hatred ignites inside me for a moment before continuing.

"I'm talking relationship wise. Have you noticed the way she kind of clings to her friends at the hospital. Especially Jordi, I don't know if they are in a relationship or what but she's never not around him."

"It could just be her personality." Dr. Heart waves me off.

"With an outgoing girl like Bee?" I direct towards her. "I don't think so."

"So what are you suggesting?" Dr. McAndrew breaks apart our glaring war.

"What I'm suggesting is a misdiagnosis." The room grows quiet as all eyes turn towards me to continue. "Bee doesn't have depression. She has PTSD caused by abandonment, she has a fear of abandonment.. You've been working on all the wrong things with her. She doesn't need a boost in self esteem or anything like that. She needs to learn how to reconnect with people on a healthy level. We need to sort through her childhood and present issues to help get to the roots of this issue."

"Why her childhood?" Dr. McAndrew asks. "She seemed fairly close with her family."

"Maybe she felt as though she had to be." I shrug. "Abandonment fears don't always originate from parents that weren't present in a child's life but they could also emerge when a parent is emotionally unavailable. Think about all this stuff that's been going on with her aunt. She may have felt like her family abandoned her after the car accident and then she was forced to cling to her aunt, who as we can tell, doesn't have an emotional connection with Bee. When Bee didn't receive the attention she wanted she started behaving the way she did out of fear of being forgotten about." Everyone takes this in, nodding their heads slowly in agreement.

"If that is true," Dr. McAndrew begins. "then we could have a big mess on our hands when she finds out about her aunt no longer participating." As if right on que the door to the conference room flies open with a panicked looking Brittany standing behind it.

"Bee's missing." She stammers.