Castles crumbling (Taylor Swift's little sister)

So Long, Lizzie (part 5)

Hey! Many of you wanted a bit more of the last one-shot. So here it is!!! I'm sorry that I took  this long to update, I've been having some rough days. It was really long when I wrote it, so I split it in two. Hope you enjoy it! Remember I'm always open for requests xoxo

18 hours later you opened your eyes slowly and then opened and closed them again repeatedly trying to focus your view. When you realized where you were, you started panicking and coughing. Your mom was getting coffee and something to eat while Taylor was with you, Taylor was writing in her notebook when she noticed you awake.

- "Hey baby, you're awake! Relax and stay calm, I'm going to get a doctor" Taylor said stroking your hair and pushed the button to get someone from the staff. You were agitated and fighting the tube, a neuro resident appeared in a few seconds and helped taking it out. Taylor texted your mom, telling her that you had woken up.

- "Tay, hurts" your voice was raspy.

- "It's okay baby, you're okay. What hurts?" The blonde asked holding your hand.

- "Everything" you replied.

Andrea came running with just two coffees in her hands and when she came through the door and the doctor was doing a neurological exam and asked you to follow the light with your eyes.

- "Okay, raise your right hand for me please" the doctor said, and you followed the instruction. - "Now your left" you did it too.

- "Tell me what's your name, your age and who do you recognize in here?"

- "My name is Elizabeth Swift, I'm 16 years old and this is my mom, Andrea, and my sister, Taylor" your voice was even raspier now.

- "Great. Tell me what hurts?" The doctor asked.

- "My stomach, my arms, my throat"

The doctor checked your throat: "Your throat looks good, just a bit sore, probably because of the tube. Now, could you tell me the last thing you remember? Where were you? Do you know why you're here?"

You answered almost immediately without thinking much "I was at home with mom and Taylor, I was in my room and..."'you started recalling what happened and freaked out, started to cry.

- "Please continue" the resident said waiting for your answer.

- "I... I went downstairs.... opened the kitchen drawer where we keep the medicines..." your breathing was getting rapid now.

- "Carry on"

- "I...took everything in there back to my room...." You said and looked at your bandaged arms, started to cry loudly.

The doctor was looking directly at you, waiting for you to complete the story of what had happened, but you were very agitated now and Andrea stepped in: - "It's okay, darling. Calm down, we don't need to talk about it right now"

- "I think that we do, she needs to acknowledge what happened" the resident said, and you squeezed Taylor's hand tightly, a panic attack coming ahead.

- "No, we don't, she's clearly upset" Andrea said so seriously that the doctor kept quiet for some minutes while your family tried to keep you calm. - "Clearly I'm not welcomed here anymore, and you can handle the situation" the doctor said sarcastically and stepped out. Taylor followed him, her eyes full of rage - "You should be more compassionate to a teenager in her situation. If she's not ready to talk about what happened, you shouldn't force her" the blonde said trying to keep her tone straight without screaming.

- "I'm one of her doctors. I know what is better for her. She doesn't need compassion, she needs confrontation" he replied sharply bothered raising his tone. Nurses were looking shocked to the conversation, now turning into a fight.