From the Heart

- C H A P T E R 1 3 -

Abigail woke up with a pain that was indescribable. As if a truck had run her over. She slowly opened her eyes, giving them the chance to get used to the bright space a hospital room was. When they did, she found her brother sleeping in a chair next to her band, his head and chest on top of her.

She slapped him softly but firm. "Get off my IV you moron."

He shot up, completely confused about what just happened and who had woken him from his precious sleep. It took a couple of seconds to realize it was his sister who had woken him up. "Oh Abi," he hugged her, "you're still alive."

"Yeah, clearly. Now get off me." She pushed him away.

"Death hasn't taken her personality away, I see." She looked up and saw Amelia laughing. Next to her was Addison and apparently three other doctors or friends who came along.

"So I see you brought more people to watch me die?" she joked.

They all walked into her room one by one. There was Sam and Naomi, who were Mark, Derek and Addie's friends from Columbia. She had met the two a couple of times before, but wasn't that fond of them. She didn't not like them, but she wouldn't have chosen them to befriend herself.

Then there was a dark blonde or light brown, she couldn't really tell, curly haired woman. She had the sweetest eyes she had ever seen before. "Lemme guess, you're a shrink."

They all looked confused at her. "I can tell, it's the eyes," she explained. "And the face."

Then the last person to come in was a blonde woman. Amelia had told Abigail about her. "Am I your charity case, Chief?" She asked her.

"Death really hasn't changed you," Addie confirmed.

"Would be a pity if it had, wouldn't it?" Nobody gave an answer. It was dead silent in the room. She could almost hear the crickets calling the awkwardness.

"Wouldn't it?" she repeated, slapping her brother  again.

"Yeah, very much a pity," Mark coughed.

"You didn't pass," she slapped him once again.

"Ouch, why?" He rubbed the place she had slapped him three times already.

"Because you're mocking a dying patient, now go get me food. I'd rather not die of starvation before my heart gives up." She pushed him off her bed, and without saying another word he left the room.

She looked at the expressions in the room. Amelia and Addison seemed unbothered, they had seen her like this many times before. Sam and Naomi looked worried but knew that she was like this.
Abigail had always been a person to cope with humor. Whether she was the one in pain or someone else, the only way she could handle the situation was by making jokes and keeping the atmosphere light. It was what kept her sane and down-to-earth in the most extreme situations.

The shrink on the other hand was extremely worried. "Maybe, you aren't that great of a shrink anyway."

"Excuse me?" she asked her.

"I mean, you look hella worried right now. Aren't shrinks supposed to have a poker face?"

"No-pe," she shook her head lightly, "plus, there is the fact that I'm not on-call nor working."

"Wow, you have life outside of work." She was impressed by that. Rarely ever had she found a doctor who had a social life or just any life outside of the hospital or practice. They were doctors all the time, 24/7, and had no idea how to define themselves outside of their specialties. "Refreshing."

And then there was the blonde chief left. She just looked.. amused. "Huh, I really am your charity case."

"Why'd you think so?" she asked with the strongest accent she had heard before.

"Oh, Sweet Home Alabama," she smirked before continuing her story. "Well, because people think you're cold and heartless and you are trying to prove you're not by showing your support to your apparent friends that have a dying sister."

"I-"

"Don't worry, I'm okay with it."

Amelia sat down with her on the bed after she had made room for her older sister. Addison took the chair on the left and the brunette on her right, while Naomi and Sam took the love chair. Once again it was the chief that was left in the dark.

Abigail felt sorry for her and moved closer to Amelia, making room for the blonde on her other side. She patted on the empty spot, gesturing for the woman to take the place.

"I'm not sure-"

"Oh come on, I'm not letting you stand there," she interrupted.

The woman gave in and sat down next to Abigail on the bed. It was crowded, but cosy and she loved it. Never had she had so many people look after her. She felt seen and loved, even though she might just be a charity case

"So, let's start with your names, because the distance we have between us seems a bit beyond calling you by your occupations, doesn't it?" She asked the two that were sitting on one side of her.

The shrink held out her hand for Abigail to grab, which she gladly did and shook it. "Hi, I'm Violet Turner."

"Hello Violet, nice to meet you."

Then she turned to the woman who was basically stuck to her. "Then you must be Charlotte King."

The blonde looked shocked that she knew her name. "Yeah?"

"Addie has told me all about you two, I just needed to match the right name and face." She then turned to her other side, where her two sisters were sitting. "Meels, you were right, they are hot."

"Right?!"

The two women were extremely pretty, just like Amelia had told her over and over again. It was almost as she was trying to set her up with at least one of them. Not that she minded though, now that she had seen the both of them. This was going to be an interesting time with these new group of people around her.

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So on what team are we? Abilet, Chargail or Abilev (patient)