Doing The Dance (Jackson Avery Fanfic)

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2004

I felt my body give way before I had a chance to catch myself. The screams coming from my friends were unbearable. Because even though I had passed out, I could still hear everything. I heard someone yell for a 911 call. I heard the paramedics talking to me. I heard the voices of the doctors.

"Stay with us Taylor, it's alright. Just stay with us"

I am staying with you I thought. You think I just want to give up and die?

When I regained full consciousness, there was a doctor checking over me.

"Hi Taylor, I'm Dr. Bailey. Do you know where you are?" I coughed.

My mouth was so dry. All I wanted was for someone to give me a drink of water. I coughed again. I saw the pathetic plastic Tupperware jugs all hospitals had and tried to reach for it. Why did my arm feel like it weighed a hundred pounds all of a sudden?

Dr. Bailey understood and brought the cup and straw to my mouth. I took a drink and laid back, exhausted from just that simple movement.

"Hospital, right?" My croaky voice caught her by surprise and she looked at me in confusion before realizing I was answering her question.

"Yes, you're in the hospital. Do you remember what you were doing before you came in?" I nodded.

"Dance practice"

"And do you remember what happened?"

"I passed out. I figure I was just dehydrated or something. I'm working off a cold" Dr. Bailey nodded, continuing to check the machines around me.

"Well, I'm going to let you rest. We took some scans to be safe and we'll be back in with some results" I tried to sit up but it was like a sack of bricks was laying on me, well on my chest.

"I'm dehydrated, why did you need to scan me?" Dr. Bailey stopped and looked at me.

"Well you don't seem dehydrated, and the doctor in the ER didn't think so either. We're just checking to make sure. It very well could just be dehydration. But you rest and we'll come back and talk to you soon. For now, we have an IV with fluids set up for you, that should help with the dizziness"

"Will it help with the pressure on my chest?" Dr. Bailey simply smiled.

"Let's hope so"

She left and I felt tears prick to my eyes. Did they hospitalize every teenager that ever fainted in this city? I just wanted to go home. Or I wanted to go back to where I lived here in Seattle because I didn't have a home. Not anymore.

My name is Taylor Dawson and I was emancipated at the age of sixteen from my family in Montana. I found my way to Seattle, Washington, and went back to high school, graduating this past spring and had just been offered a scholarship to UCLA for dance. I loved to dance, it was the only thing that made my shitty life worth having. I had skipped a grade in school and was seventeen now, having lived in Seattle for just over a year.

And now I was lying in a hospital bed?

My life never made sense, so I guess this is kinda fitting, huh?

In case you're wondering about this crazy family story thing, it's not as bad as it seems. I was put up for adoption not long after I was born and was raised by the Dawsons. They weren't bad people, just bad parents. Their solution to everything was yelling, scolding, and punishing. I was grounded nine weekends out of ten and I knew I didn't make it any easier with my constant sneaking out and breaking of the rules. Granted it was mostly to dance and once they actually saw me dance, it became a little more of a frequent thing.