Pain. Unbearable pain. It hurt to just breathe. My body felt heavy. My eyes fluttered open but I didn�t see anything. It was dark. I could make out a few shapes, but only a few. I could hear beeping on the side of me, but turning my head to see where it was coming from was out of the question.  I closed my eyes and quickly went back to sleep.

� Heather? Can you hear me?�

I opened my eyes to see Rachel, Nick and another man staring down at me. � Hi baby,� Nick said.

� Heather, I�m Dr. Richardson. Can you talk?� he asked.

� My throat hurts,� I said hoarsely.

� I know.� Dr. Richardson nodded sympathetically. � Do you know why you�re here?�

I nodded, instantly regretting it, after realizing my neck was stiff. � We�ll talk about that later. Are you hungry?�

� Thirsty,� I said.

� We�ll get you some water. How are you feeling?�

� Sore.�

� Ok. Well I�ll be back with that water in a few minutes and then we�ll talk,� he said before leaving.

Nick and Rachel both pulled up chairs and sat down. � Go ahead, say it,� I said.

� There�s nothing to say, Heather. I�m just glad you�ll be alright,� Nick said quietly. He held my hand, but couldn�t look at me. He looked everywhere but at me� I must disgust him that much.

� Well I have something to say,� Rachel said. � What the fuck were you thinking? And why didn�t you tell me or Nick? What the hell possessed you into taking sleeping pills?�

� Rachel,� Nick said. � Leave her alone,�

� No. She can say what she wants,� I said stopping to clear my throat. � She has a right to know. You both do,�

� Here�s that water,� Dr. Richardson said coming back into the room. I smiled graciously and took the plastic cup from him. He looked at my heart monitor for a few minutes before looking back at me. � I think we can remove this. Your heartbeat is strong, and it looks as though it has been for a while.� He turned off the monitor and Nick held my cup while I reached under my hospital gown and pulled the pads off my chest. I sat them on the tray next to my bed and took my cup again, sipping on it.

� So, Heather physically you�ll be fine, but emotionally that�s another story,�

� A story she has yet to tell us,� Rachel said standing at the edge of the bed with her hands on her hips. � And I�d really like some answers as to why you scared the shit out of me,�

� Rachel, that�s enough.� Nick said firmly. � The last thing she needs is more stress right now.�

� Stress? You wanna talk about stress? I was the one who found her. Don�t you think it was a little stressful for me to think my best friend was dead?�

� Ms. Wheeler, I can understand your hostility, but Heather�s already upset and right now I don�t think it�s appropriate to demand things of her, maybe she�s not ready to explain,� Dr. Richardson said. � Heather will tell you when she�s ready,�

� So what does she do now? How long is she going to be staying here?� Nick asked.

� We�re going to keep her for a couple more days, just for observation, and then I�d like to for her to talk to someone,�

� Talk to someone? Like a psychiatrist?� I said.

� Yes,� He nodded. � There�s obviously something�s that need to be said-�

� Wait a minute. I�m not talking to some shrink. There are reasons why I did what I did, but they�re my reasons-�

� Heather, don�t strain your voice,� Nick said. � Maybe you should just listen to what he has to say,�

� No. I�m not going. I don�t need to talk to anyone-�

� I don�t want to have to force you into these sessions, but I will.� Dr. Richardson said. � Heather, you�re not well-�

� I�m not well?! You know nothing about me-�

� I know you�re suicidal,�

� Dr. Richardson-�

� Heather, maybe it�s not such a bad idea.� Rachel said. � How bad can it be? You can only get better.�

� Don�t I have some say in this? I don�t want to go-�

� You have a say in this Heather, but the only say you have is when your appointments are,� Dr. Richardson said.

� And what if I don�t go? What happens then?�

� Then I go to the medical board and have you committed,�

� Committed? You can�t do that.�

� I can do that. You would be denying treatment. A treatment that I think is life-saving and if I go to the board with the file I have on you already from Dr. Norris, it wouldn�t be a hard decision for the board to agree with me,�

� Are you threatening me?�

� Yes I am,� He smiled.

Part Ten

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