LIFE FINDS A WAY- ADOPTED BY SCARLETT JOHANSSON

chapter 12.

POV LANEY

I can't believe it. My body is still curled into a ball when Scarlett and April started talking to be about it all. I can see in April's face a different emotion, although I can't tell what it is exactly. I can only tell that, inside me, everything is going crazy.

I can feel the sweat on my forehead and the muffled thuds inside my own mind. I don't want to go to a new house. I can't. Please. I look at April, trying to discover if she feels at least a bit bad for what she's making me go through. If she is, she's good at hiding it; but I guess when you're a nurse, you get quite good at hiding your emotions.

"Don't make me go, please." I whisper again, still not believing. Their stares burn through me. "I can go back there. Nothing else will happen. I promise." I claimed, looking between the two of them. "I promise I won't let it happen again. I'll be more careful. Please." I try to tell them, but my voice, which it was already low, cracks in the middle of the sentence. I feel Scarlett's eyes staring through me as I say each word. "I won't let it happen again. Please." I plead in a whisper, grasping for her hands, trying hard to convince her.

"Oh baby, it's not on you. You shouldn't even have to worry about this."Scarlett tilts her head to the side, getting closer and holding my hands tight. "We're getting you somewhere safe. I promise you. I'm here with you; you know that, don't you? I told you I'm not letting you go." Her whispers are soft and sweet, drawing my attention only for it, and for a moment, it's all that I'm listening to.

"Laney. We're working on the best way to keep you safe, and the way we get to is that you live with Scarlett for a bit. What do you think?" The weight on the bed shifts, and I feel April getting up, but still looking at me straight in the eyes. My eyebrows furrowed, and my lips pressed against each other roughly as I noticed that my pleads to stay at Anna's house were not heard.

"W-what?" My voice breaks, still confused by her words. I grab the blanket over me, moving my hands from Scarlett's and then playing with the ends of the rather soft fabric. I look down at my hands, checking for the bunch of machines hooked into me by the needled in my arms. I let out a small whimper.

"Laney, listen to me." Scarlett's voice is a little more serious now, chasing directly for my attention. As soon as my eyes find hers, she reaches my face with her hands, cupping it. "I'm taking you home with me, where I'm gonna take good care of you, and you can be safe and have nothing big to worry about." Now her voice is more soft and breathy, letting me know her feelings.

I look at the woman for a bit, looking for a second thought in her eyes. She gives me an assuring look and smile. Her hands feel really warm against my skin, and to be honest, it is very comfortable, making me want her to keep them there for a while. One of her hands left my cheeks, placing it on my hair, putting a piece of it behind my ear, and then reaching my hands, giving ig a squeeze.

"I'll be there with you. Ok?" She asks me, and I squeeze my eyes tight, letting go of some tears, nodding my head at her. "Great."
I look around and see April leaving, closing the door lightly.

"Miss Reaves? We have to talk to you about your medical condition." We both bolt our heads to the door when another voice is heard. I bring my hands to my face, wiping the tears away. The doctor looks at me, asking permission to enter the room, which I'm grateful he did. "Can I sit here?" He asks, pointing to the chair on the side of the bed. I smile eagerly.

"Do you want me to stay here, sweetie?" Scarlett asks me in a low tone. I aggressively nod my head, pulling her arm closer to me. It feels ridiculous, but it's really helping me.

"So, Laney. Your condition is called  PNES. If you'd like, I can explain it better to you later, but, basically, it may occur due to the initiation of traumatic memory fragments; with this, your brain leads to symptoms like seizures." He explains in a calm voice, waiting for my reaction. I stare down at him for a bit, checking if there's anything else. He continues to speak. "It can be treated with some options, but it works better with all of them." The doctor clears his throat, then keeps going. "I'll prescribe you some anxiety medication to control these more. But if that doesn't work much, the psychotherapy sessions would be more helpful. " I look over at Scarlett, and she's staring back at me. I scoff and look between them.

"What do you mean?" I laugh at them really uncomfortable.

"Look, I know it may be hard to understand, but it's going to help you." Scarlett tells me, not letting go of my hand.

"I'm not doing therapy again." I sneer, gazing between the two of them. The adults look at me and take a deep breath.

"I'll let you guys talk." The doctor says, and I can tell he's letting us alone so Scarlett can try to convince me of the treatment. It's not happening this time.

"I'm not doing therapy again." I state, sure of my opinion. She opens her mouth to say something but gives up, letting out a long sigh. She stops. However, I can tell she didn't give up on it.

"We'll talk about that later, okay?" Somehow, she manages to keep her voice calm and collected. "We're leaving as soon as you get discharged. You'll notice it's the best for you." Now, I can tell the slightest annoy in her voice while she speaks. "I'm getting us some snacks. Be right back." She squeezes my hand and leaves before I can say anything else against going home with her.

But now, I'm all on my own again. The hospital bedroom gives me enough room to think. Well, and cry. I don't want to do therapy. And don't want to move. And I don't want to live.

A/n
Hey! Well, here's one more chapter. I hope you like it and enjoy reading it.
Shit's about to get more interesting with her moving in. What do you guys think?

I'm full of ideas and thoughts, and I hope you like what's about to come.