Amy: Amy slipped her phone and shoved it into her back pocket as she walked through the front doors of the hospital, a plastic shopping bag in her grasp. She reached up and shoved her hair out of her face as she approached the front desk, "Hi," She greeted the nurse, her voice lowered automatically as she entered the inner bowels of the building, as if the knowledge that people were in here hurting, harming, and aching made her want to whisper, careful not to catch and careful not to encourage her own happiness and health. She didn't understand, but hospitals made her slightly uncomfortable and anxious. She smiled at the woman in scrubs and was quickly instructed to Poppy's room. She thanked her and walked down the hall, the soles of her shoes tapping unceremoniously against the tile floor until she reached the door to Poppy's room. Amy pushed open the door, taking a breath as she entered, not sure what to expect, only wanting to be there for Poppy as she'd promised. "Hey, Poppy," Amy greeted, walking into the room and to her bedside, wondering if Poppy was going to reject her- if her barriers would be built stronger than ever, so she didn't hesitate or allow protest before she swiftly leaned down and kissed Poppy's damn forehead, "I hear they have good food here," Amy murmured before stepping back, offering her a weak smile.
Poppy: She had been listening to her dad and Rae ramble on for what seemed like well over 12 hours about how she was dumb and was out of control, so when Rae offered to ask people to visit, she leaped at the chance. She was just beginning to fall asleep again when her sister poked her head through the door and said that Amy was coming up. Amy? Out of all the people in the house, why had she chosen Amy? Sure, she liked the girl, but she was pretty sure another lecture was on its way. She tried to sit up in the bed and failed, groaning slightly. She had never felt so restricted before. The last time she had been in a hospital, apart from a checkup, was when she was giving birth to Sam. Things had definitely changed since then. Her eyes flickered back up to the door when Amy walked in and she gave the girl a small smile, laughing slightly when she kissed her forehead. "I'm not dead," she said in a weak voice, "I'm fine." That might have been a lie- she wasn't fine. She was far from fine. "What's in the bag?" She asked slowly.
Amy: Amy smirked at Poppy, "Yeah, God couldn't kill you even if he tried, too stubborn to die, yeah?" She teased lightly, somewhat relieved to find that through it all- Poppy seemed to have at least held onto her biting humour. Amy dropped onto the edge of the bed beside Poppy and held up the bag, "This?" She nodded, "Okay, here's the thing-" She opened the bag and looked inside, "I was in hospital once and everyone was sending flowers and that was well nice, and of course I appreciated it, but, it's so impersonal and it's one of those things that someone could have easily clicked one button on the web and had them sent over- Seemed like a bit of a cop out," Amy explained, "Plus, you seemed like the type to be picky about what flowers she'd like, so-" Amy reached in and pulled out a small, thin book, titled "The Four Agreements" and dropped it onto the bed, "Obligatory 'self help book'," Amy said with a slight grin at Poppy, "Two chocolate bars-" She pulled out to thin slabs of chocolate, "Dark and milk, because once again, you seem picky-" and then she reached in and pulled out a small picture, not framed, just developed, "And this- Is a picture of the beach." Amy said, dropping them all onto the bed between them, "Because there's a bigger place out there waiting for you," Amy explained with a shrug, looking back up at Poppy, "And if you actually need something- a pillow- underwear- I can bring that next time I visit," Amy stated, slipping the innuendo about her future return in as nonchalantly as possible.
Poppy: "Apparently so," Poppy mumbled. "Yeah, I've gotten like, three bunches of flowers and I hate them. I know, irony because a poppy is a flower," she said as she rolled her eyes. She picked up the book and flicked through the first few pages, raising an eyebrow slightly. She smiled when she saw the chocolate, picking up the milk chocolate bar. "You read my mind, all I've had is toast." She shakily picked up the picture of the beach, biting her lip to stop herself from crying. "I-It's alright, my sister went out shopping to get all of that. She flew over with my dad and he keeps rambling on about how she's married and successful and how I could have been like that too. I haven't seen him since I was fifteen."
Amy: Amy raised a brow, "I will remember to thank God that you're stubborn when I get home," Amy stated calmly. She looked around, "Want me to toss them out the window?" She suggested, grinning slightly, "Or, we could take them down to the Children's Cancer Ward, they might like that," Amy offered with a shrug, before laughing at Poppy's expression, "Laugh all you like at that book, but it's really good- Well helpful, honestly." Amy said, "Pretend to dislike it when I'm around, but once I'm gone- Give it a try," Amy shook her head, "No, that's no good, toast is no good at all- I'll bring more, then. Have you got a favourite food, then?" Amy asked and she felt a bit ridiculous, but she felt very protective over Poppy and her well being- Having been through this before and feeling entirely helpless, Amy was desperate to do more for Poppy. Amy shook her head, "Tsk, love, that picture shouldn't make you cry," She soothed, letting her hand drop onto Poppy's leg, rubbing it comfortingly. "Well, just in case- You've got my number." She cooed quietly, and then sighed, "Dad's can be complete twats," and she nodded in understanding, "My parents give me mad shit for being on this show- For failing out of Uni in my last semester, for not having a steady boyfriend- I even got a sobbing call, 'Where are my grandchildren, Aimes? Where are they?'" Amy rolled her eyes and sighed, "Parents really don't know what the hell they're talking about." She looked at Poppy, "You gave us all a proper fright, you know."
Poppy: Poppy laughed slightly, trying again to sit up on the bed. Her chest was still in pain, and the rest of her body felt weak, as if her bones and muscles had collapsed. She still hadn't told anyone what exactly happened, apart from the doctor, and she didn't want to. But she was pretty sure that everyone could have guessed. "Calm down, Saint Amy," she said after her suggestion. "I'll read it, I promise," she said as she put the book on the table beside her. "I know, I kept begging for pizza but they don't have any," she pouted. "Pizza's definitely my favourite food. If I could, I'd eat it every day." She liked Amy being there, she wasn't at all like she expected her to be. She expected her to come in and shout at her, probably using the words 'I told you so', but she liked this Amy. "I don't even know why I'm crying, to be honest. I'm on all kinds of medication right now," she said as she rubbed the tears away. "My dad just wanted us to be successful. Obviously he was half way there with Rae. She wants to be called Rachel now because it sounds a lot more professional," she said as she rolled her eyes. "At least your parents are still there for you. My mom left years ago with some guy and I never saw her again. She sent birthday cards for the first couple of years but then I think she just...Gave up. My dad always said that I was going to end up like my mom." She looked up at Amy again, shrugging slightly, "I don't think people would have cared for long. You know, if I died."
Amy: Amy grinned, "Yes, I'm a proper saint," Amy jokingly rolled her eyes, "Good, and who knows, you might actually find something helpful!" Amy said and then grinned, "Guess what I'm bringing next time- Or, we could order some and have it delivered up here?" Amy suggested, "I could use something to eat, honestly, I sort of ran right here, forgot to grab a snack-" Amy admitted as her stomach grumbled and she flushed, "That's well embarrassing." She laughed lightly and then nodded in understanding, "I'd say you've earned a proper cry," Amy said quietly, "I'd be bawling my bloody eyes out if I were you- I'd also be scared shitless," Amy said honestly, her fingers twisting together, looking at them, not at Poppy before she heaved out a sigh, "Everyone has different views of success-" Amy said slowly, though she was sure they would both agree laying in a hospital after an OD was in no way a success, but getting help could definitely be considered one. Amy's brow furrowed, "Sometimes, the people you don't really need will walk away- And that's exactly it, they left because you don't need them," Amy said, "That doesn't make sense, but-" She lifted and dropped her shoulders in a heavy shrug, "It may one day."
Amy shook her head quickly, "Don't say that, Poppy. You can't think like that, at all."
