Hello fellow readers! Honestly, I wasn't planning on ever updating this story again, but since its gotten so many reviews, I finally took the time to finish it. There's only about one or two (possibly three,) chapters left. I've just been so busy with finishing up writing other stories, like The Adjustment. Don't worry, theres plenty other chapters to come with that story. How I like to go about with my writing is that I like to finish almost all of a story before I publish it so I wouldn't do what I did with this one; leave you hanging and just abruptly stop updating. My deepest apologies, and make sure you go check out my other story!

I finally put my head back and sighed, then rolled my head in Sara's direction.

"So how do you really feel?"

"Like complete and utter shit. This is awful,"

She kissed me quickly, then slumped back in her chair.

"I'm so sorry baby,"

"I just miss my Ikea bedroom," I whined. Sara laughed, knowing it really was an Ikea bedroom. I created it into the exact replica of the display one at the actual Ikea store. Bartending was a great job to get into.

"So…When do you plan on telling me why Emy was here?"

"She's the one who found us, and called 911,"

"Wait-how did she 'find us'? It was 3 in the morning"

"She was at my apartment, waiting for me to come home and apologize."

"Where is she now?"

"Home,"

"Lucky." I was jealous. I'm very homesick, even though I'm honestly scared to go home.

"I know you're homesick, and we'll get you out as soon as we can." She knows me so well.

"To be quite honest, I'm kind of scared to go home. I don't want to go back to the place where everything went down,"

"We could stay at my place, if that helps."

"I guess it could."

"Okay!" She smiled; I grabbed her hand and squeezed it, and leaned in for a kiss. As soon as we pulled away, the doctor walked in as if on cue. My paranoia was telling me that he saw the kiss and waited for it to be over to walk in. nonono, that couldn't have happened.

"How's everybody doing?" He chirped, while striding across the room to us. Okay, maybe he didn't see it.

"Good,"

"Fine," I told him. "So when can I get outta here?"

"Well, you're voice sounds a tiny bit better; your vitals look good; except for your erratic heart beating at times. And your blood pressure is a bit higher than what I'm comfortable leaving you with. You're also lacking nutrients, and the nurses tell me that you're refusing to eat the food that gets sent in, why is that?"

"First of all, I'm not refusing to eat. I just can't hold down any food. I'll most likely throw it up after words."

"How long has this been going on? Do you know a specific reason as to why your body doesn't accept food?" Ugh just leave me alone already. I could tell that Sara could sense my uneasiness, but there wasn't anything that she could do.

"Well…a few years ago, I cut down on eating, and just stopped completely, and now whenever I try to eat, my body rejects it. I guess it got used to me not eating."

"Well then how do you receive the nutrients needed to survive?"

"I take vitamins, and I substitute foods for drinks. Like milk, or protein shakes. Stuff like that,"

"Those things aren't helping a whole lot you know, you're BMI is at an extremely low rating." I felt my heart race, and cautiously looked over at my heart rate monitor and watching as the number increased. I tried to calm myself down, if that number goes up just a few more numbers, the machine will alarm, alerting an erratic heartbeat.

"We need to do something about this, Ms. Quin," *Beep beep beep beep* There it goes! Damn him, I was so close! Asshole.

I gave Sara an annoyed look when he went over to the monitor, for whatever reason. She gave my hand a quick squeeze.

"Am I the one that's making you uncomfortable?"

"Hospitals in general make me uncomfortable,"

"That may be one of the reasons why your blood pressure is high and your frantic heartbeats, correct?"

"Mhm,"

"Well in that case, I guess we could release you tomorrow. But I'd have to have you come in for a checkup to see if everything went back to normal, alright?"

"Sounds great!"

"Okay then. I'll see you guys later,"

As soon as he left I turned to Sara,

"Finally!" I squealed. Ow, that hurt. I could really use some more frozen yogurt.

"It's about time," Sara added

"Would you mind going down to the cafeteria to get me some more frozen yogurt? My throat is starting to bug me again,"

"Of course, I'll be right back,"

I got up out of the bed, I needed to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth again, even though last time I did I felt weird, not being able to use my own toothbrush. The hospital toothbrush makes me uncomfortable, even though it was brand new.

I got back into the bed and was adjusting the IV pole that had a bag of fluids flowing into me, and scooted it closer to me. I heard the door open behind me, but was too busy fidgeting with the pole to turn around. I knew it was Sara.

"That was quick, I thought for sure you'd be gone a lot longer, I-" I stopped when I turned around, it wasn't Sara, it was Rouge. Shit.

"Hey, Tegan. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing. You sound like your throat was damaged, is that permanent?"

"No, it's just sore." I watched her as she sat in the chair; the one Sara was in just a few minutes ago. Sara needs to come back soon.

"Why have you been ignoring me? Are you still mad about our fight…?"

"No," I sighed

"Then what is it? Am I not good enough for you?" Anndddd my heart rate is going up

"No! no it's not that. You're more than good enough. It's just-You want a relationship, and I'm not a relationship person." Sara is the only exception,

"Oh, so you were just using me for sex!?"

I took a long, deep breath before replying

"No, Rouge, it wasn't like that, it was different."

"Different? How?"

"Do I really have to explain this to you?"

"I deserve an explanation, so yes. You do."

"At first, yes, it was for the sex. But then I started developing feelings for you. I can't develop feelings for you, because I'm in love with someone else. That's why I'm ignoring you; I have my sights set on someone else, and I can't let you get in the way, I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't fucking cut it! Have you ever stopped and think that I may have feelings for you? Have you ever taken my feelings into consideration? You can't charm your way into my heart and just rip it all away and ignore me!" Be still, my heart.

"Rouge I-" I stopped. Finally, Sara walked in, holding my yogurt with a worried expression on her face. She must've heard Rouge yelling outside the door.

"Is everything alright?" She asked,

"Everything's peachy. Just peachy." Rouge fumed, strutting her way out the door. She slammed the door shut behind her.

"Fuck," I mumbled

"What happened?" She looked worried. I'm sick of everyone worrying over me.

"Oh, nothing. I'm good," I finished with a smile, and I grabbed Sara and kissed her firmly. She was surprised at this, but she soon gave into the kiss.