"Paige McCullers, 25, swimmer. Was going for the Olympics before her accident." Emily stops when she heard a scoff from the girl in the bed in front of her. "Hear something you disagree with?"

"I'm not just some chart! And it wasn't just some accident." Paige spoke with anger.

"I know you are not your chart. Talk to me. Tell me why it wasn't just some accident." Emily said.

"Have you ever heard of an Olympic training swimmer that just stops swimming in the middle of her laps and sinks to the bottom? Didn't think so." Paige said, looking out the hospital window.

"Then did you do that on purpose? Sink to the bottom?"Emily asked.

"If I wanted to kill myself, I'd do it in a way that wouldn't hurt my father's pool equipment. My body is physically tired. I've tried to tell him that. I'm not the same as I was in high school or college. I can't swim for hours anymore! But he doesn't listen." Paige gets quite for a few minutes, remembering what just happened at the pool. After a few minutes she explains, "I was having a panic attack before it happened. I thought I could swim through it, like I usually do. But this time my chest hurt with it, like worse than usual. The next thing I know, I'm being put in an ambulance, and then I'm talking to you. Why?" Paige asks.

"I am Emily Fields. Your father's company hired me to work with you. To get you back in the pool." Emily said.

"And what if that is not what I want?" Paige asked.

"That's between you and your father." Emily spoke.

"My father is who got me into this mess to begin with." Paige said.

"And how is that?" Emily asked.

"I'm not sure I can trust you enough to reveal that." Paige said, eyeing the girl.

"Your father hired me." Emily said.

"Exactly. Don't bite the hand that feeds." Paige said, pushing the button to lay her bed back. "I'm really tired, can we be done sharing?" She asked sarcastically.

"I will be right here when you wake up." Emily said. A few minutes later, Emily could tell that Paige was asleep. Her labored breathing finally settling down, even small breaths now.

She sat there watching the girl sleep, wondering how it must be to be Nick McCullers daughter. Sure Emily had heard stories of how tough he was on his trainees, but his own daughter. He had worked her so hard that she wound up in a hospital bed. Then Emily had to wonder why, if her dad would have hired her, didn't she trust Emily enough to talk to her about Nick. Why had she made the comment about not biting the hand that feeds. They would have three months to get to the bottom of it, and Emily intended to.

A beep from the monitor brought the girl out of her thoughts and drew her attention back to Paige. Emily had to admit that Paige was beautiful. She had the most beautiful brown eyes Emily had ever seen. Even in a hospital gown, she could see that Paige was in top form. Her defined arms peeking out of the sleeves of her gown. Emily's eyes traveled down to her leg that was sticking out of the blanket. Pulled up mid thigh, that was all Emily had to see to know that she had swimmers legs. It only made Emily want to see more of the girl.

Paige opened her eyes to what she thought was Emily checking her out. This made Paige smile softly and close her eyes again, thinking of the girl sitting in the chair in front of her, who was most definitely checking her out now. She could see the girls eyes roaming over her legs when she peeked again. This made Paige feel that their time together might not be too horrible.