What About Her?

21 [Extra]

"Babe, Calm down." Perrie doesn't know why she thought that it was a good idea for Leigh-Anne to come with her. They were in the hospital waiting for Sasha to be moved to a room. She had to stay overnight because they had given her more than two treatments of narcan.

". . .I made her relapse" Perrie put Leigh-Annes head in her lap playing with her hair. She didnt know how long it would take and she couldn't take any more of her emotional rambling.

"Close your eyes. I'll wake you up when her room is ready."

"Babe"

"Go to sleep Leigh-Anne"

Two hours later a nurse approached the sleeping women tapping Leigh-Anne. She jumped up.

"Is she okay?"

"Yes, we have moved her into a room in the pediatric department, that way you can both stay with her."

"Thank you so much. Babe. Get up" She tapped Perrie. Perrie got up stretching her back. They followed the nurse up to the fifth floor. It was rather childlike but it was the pediatric floor. Sasha's room was at the end of the hallway. They walked into the room quietly closing the door behind them. Sasha was talking to the hospitals therapist. The older woman looked at Lerrie before turning to Sasha. 

"Would you like me to ask them to leave?"

"Um. . ." The eighteen year old looked at her mothers before shaking her head. 

"No, they can stay" Leigh-Anne and Perrie sat together in the one chair near her bed. 

"Have you been having feelings of wanting to end your life?"

She glanced at Leigh-Anne and Perrie before shaking her head. 

"Look at me, don't look at them"

"Can we do this later? I'm a little sleepy"

"Okay. Try to get some rest."  The therapist gathered her things and left the room.

There was an awkward silence until Leigh-Anne spoke up.

"Are you okay? Do you remember anything that happened? Were you touched inappropriately?"

"No"

"Okay good."

"No, I mean I don't remember what happened after I blacked our."

"Nothing?" Leigh-Anne asked and Sasha shook her head again.

"What happened before you blacked out?"

"I went back to one of the hideouts I used to stay in. Some of my old friends were there and I just started venting out of anger. They started smoking and stuff. They offered it to me. . . They told me everything was clean. I'm so sorry. . . I should have listened to you mommy and went to stay with Auntie Brenda. I don't know what I was thinking. I know better. I was just-"

Leigh-Anne hugged her daughter. She wasn't even mad at her. She was just glad that she was alive and well. Kind of well.

"They forced me mama, I didn't want to!"

"I know. I know baby. You're not in trouble."

"I'm not?"

"No. I shouldn't have kicked you out. That was wrong on my end, you're a child. My child. I'm sorry." 

"Are you going to send me back to rehab mama?"

Leigh-Anne looked at Perrie who nodded.

"Yes. Not because you've done something wrong but we want to make sure that you're in a safe environment where you don't have access to it."