ojandtostitos commented on michimonster's post in blueridgeschool:

When Tatum had been getting attacked by the wolf the night before, she had screamed for everyone imaginable and no one had come. Lying there, she hadn't been able to keep herself from pondering if her life had been worth anything, if anyone even cared. In the scheme of things, she was only a tiny spark, and probably no one would notice if that spark happened to get smothered out. But if the steady string of visitors to her room was any indication, then maybe people did care. Sera had cried, Mack had cried, and her step-mother had actually came, even if her dad hadn't. People cared, for what it was worth.

With so many people passing in and out though, it was all becoming a blurred mess to Tatum, who was mostly still extremely drugged and extremely groggy. She couldn't shake the dream about Frankie she had earlier, the one Sam woke her up from.

She couldn't remember many exact quotes, but she knew the gist, the longer she was awake, the more clear it became. She was a coward, she had promised Frankie ages ago that she would be with her, no matter what, that she would follow her. Today, she had even tried it. She had been ready to go, just let it all go, and leave with the spirit of her girlfriend past. She was ashamed, but she had been ready. Frankie had asked, and she could never say no. It had all seemed so real. She had closed her eyes in the dream, waiting to go with the brunette. But instead of the afterlife, where she was still convinced drugs were free and you could butt your smoke out anywhere, she had woken up to her own hospital room instead.

Tatum had fallen asleep twice since then, and Frankie's spirit or whatever it had been, had yet to return. She would have been lying if she said she weren't disappointed. She was trying to usher herself off to a nap, in fact, when Rath arrived. He had been another person that she hadn't expected to see. She hadn't seen him since December, but even so. It was their birthday in a few days, attack or not, so she guessed she should have been expecting him.

"G-Gross," she croaked back, moving over a little to make way as he came and joined her at her bedside. "I don't w-wanna.. talk about your d-dick, I'm a-already dying, let me go in p-peace," she half-joked.