Hospital//Isabelle&Mal
Hearing her name she rolled over to see a disheveled Belle standing there,”Belle?” she asked looking a little confused. The girl tried sitting up though it took her a while she sat up with the pillows propped up against the bed behind her back. Looking at Malissa you could tell she had been crying her eyes where blood shot and puffy and her previous make-up was completely gone and on the pillow behind her. The older girl held the pink blankey close to her trying not to cry because she knew that Belle was having a difficult time as well. “H-how… I miss you” was all she could say when she finally could form words.
Slowly, Belle walked in closing the door and rushed over to her side. "Have you been crying?" There was worry in her eyes as she looked at her best friend who looked so fragile at this point. "What happened? What's going on?" Carefully she wrapped an arm around the latina in a comforting manner. Belle pushed her depression to the side and began to focus what's going on with her best friend. The look on Mal's face showed she was worried about Belle. "Mal, don't worry about me. My depression is nothing right now. I'm worried about you."













