Snippet #2430619

"Oh honey, you're awake. Do you know what happened?" The nurse said, with an unusually thick southern draw and cheery disposition. Elisa nodded her head, still to exhausted to say a word. Her arm throbbed painfully and when she looked down she noticed it was covered in bandages. There was no way they didn't know this was a suicide attempt, absolutely none. It was clear as a day.

"You had an accident. Tripped and fell carrying a crafting knife. Don't worry, I'm a bit of a klutz too." The nurse didn't believe her own words, but she had been told that that's what had happened and with Elisa's parents being huge benefactors no one in the hospital would question it. Elisa frowned. Even something as serious as this was too embarrassing for her parents to accept. They were probably pissed she didn't actually die. After all, she was a problem child and her death would be a huge relief. That's how it felt, true or not.

She laid there, in scratchy sheets, her suicide attempt running through her mind like a scene in a movie that just kept playing over and over and over. Jessa's scream was what she could remember most clearly, the rest was a bit of blur. She felt sick to her stomach. How did Alan and Allison explain that to her? She was too little to understand what Elisa had done or why. I'm sorry, Jess. I'm so sorry you had to see that. She thought, as a tear fell down her face.

The nurse asked her a bunch of questions about her pain level, how she felt, and told her that all she had to do was press a button if she needed anything but she would probably be discharged in the morning. The lady in scrubs left, leaving Elisa alone. She thought of Beck and how he was probably still so pissed at her for everything. She wondered if he had gotten her apology.

Then, interrupting her thoughts she heard her name echo through the hall. "ELISA!???...." That was her name and that was definitely Beck's voice. Despite her exhaustion, she managed to sit herself up. "Beck!" She yelled, hoping he could hear her before getting out of the bed and opening the door. Down the hall, wild eyed and running like a mad man, was Beck. She was weak, she was tired, she was pale, she was bandaged and stitched, starving, feeling half dead, but she ran to him and hugged him tightly as she could with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..." She repeated, not letting go, and sobbing into his shirt, not caring that the only thing she was wearing was a hospital gown.