It had been bad once she’d come back, nurses terse and angry, trouble had rained down because one of the more difficult patients had slipped out and it had to be kept very quiet to prevent any other problems.
She’d been whisked away to treatment, for punishment, for whatever they decided now that she was back in their care.
5 days she was gone from the floor. Her already empty room cleared as she was moved elsewhere to be under closer watch, put into solitary, left under a 24/7 lock and key away from everyone.
And by her own request, that included Jayne.
Hanna was the only one that couldn’t be kept away simply due to no one being able to see him.
Well no one but Jayne, and now her too.
As they got her back and laid her down with enough drugs to settle a horse she slid enough away that she could see him clear as day, his voice ringing in her ears as he gave her just a little scolding for running away.
Not even yelling but he stopped short in his speech and gave up as she started to cry, opting instead to sit with her.
But she wouldn’t stop crying, wouldn’t fight back against Hanna’s threats or jokes or bad puns, wouldn’t sass at him like she once did, and wouldn’t eat.
"It’d be better if I was a ghost too…" She finally whispered at him through chapped lips.
"Don’t say that."
"Is this because you don’t want Jayne to go?"
"No… It’d because I want him to go." She turned her head away from the specter. "He should go, his family is warm and cares… They’re good and I’m… B… I’m broken. A-and he should go and b-be with good people and not…"
Hanna floated closer unable to hear the rest of her murmured confession and saddened by the things he could catch.
"Jayne doesn’t want to leave you, you shouldn’t make him. I know… I know in your own way you care, and you’ve helped him. It’s ok to let him help you too." Hanna moved his hand concentrating to let her feel it, to send warmth into her cold fingers. "Don’t leave him. If you really care about him don’t do that."
She cried again, clinging for a moment to Hanna’s hand that he made just solid enough to feel but she was so close to the edge that part of her that wasn’t physical pressed through to grasp his hand.
She didn’t fight, didn’t sass, but when the nurses came back, she took a little soup.
And asked for Jayne.