Hey y'all! 4,000 views and 80+ votes? That's really sweet of you. I read pretty much all the Hartbig/Mace/Hartsquares fanfics on here. I want to recommend one to you if that's ok? It's called "Ran (Hartbig Fanfiction)" it is extremely good! If you're the author of "Ran" and you're reading this, good job! I've also been reading fanfics on tumblr. I'm currently reading probably one of my favorites so far on there. I think I'm going to be recommending a fanfic every couple of chapters. Some of these fanfics are great and yet they don't get noticed that much, so I'm going to change that. Also, I do recognize that Hannah and Grace are not dating and all of this is not true nor do I think it's true! I ship Hartbig, in no ways do I think they're together at all. This chapter is quite long. As always, stay perfect and inbox me and comment! Enjoy!
Grace's Pov
I wake up to see that Hannah isn't here.
Oh well. She's probably just getting lunch or something.
I really want to go home, this hospital is getting to be way too much.
I hate hospitals.
It's so depressing to see all of these sick people.
Hopefully I'll be outta here soon.
Hannah and Mamrie walk in and I smile.
"Hey guys!" I smile.
"Hey, Gracie! How ya feelin honey?" Mamrie asks.
"I just wanna get outta here and go back to my normal life, but I feel fine." I say.
Hannah isn't saying anything and gives Mamrie a glance.
"Well, sweetie, the doctor just told us that you may go home tomorrow." Mamrie said.
"Yes! Oh my god this is perfect." I beam.
Hannah gives a half smile then looks down.
"Hannah? What's going on?" I ask.
I take her hand. I'm worried.
"Mamrie and I have been talking and......we're going to pay for therapy sessions for you." She says.
What?
No.
Hell no.
"What? No. Fuck that." I say.
I take my hand away from Hannah's.
Hannah's Pov
I knew she wouldn't wanna go.
She's so stubborn sometimes.
She gets really mad.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because Hannah, I'm good now. I understand that I was so stupid and I'll never do it again! I'm not fucking going to a shrink!" She yells.
I'm about to get really mean, I can feel it.
But I'm doing it for her own good.
"Why can't you just accept the offer? Mamrie and I want to help you Grace! We're doing this for you! We're more than willing to do this! We want to!" I shout.
Grace lowers her voice.
"Hannah. I. Am. Not. Going." She says.
"Well guess what? You have no choice." I say.
Grace's Pov
What the fuck?
She can't control me!
