[color=lightblue][b]Eliza Weaver
  Salem, Massachusetts - Late Morning[/b][/color]




 



 Eliza was starting to second guess her decision to leave. Just the trip out of the room she was in and into a wheelchair left her in searing pain. She wasn't going to let that keep her from leaving the clinic though. There were so many people that had moved into Salem after she did and she hadn't met any of them. She didn't trust them and was afraid to, trust had gotten her hurt in the past and now in her weakened state she felt just as vulnerable as she did as a young woman. 

 Shelby was her only solace right now and she didn't want her to leave her side, as pathetic as it may have sounded Eliza was afraid to be alone. Even Waylon whom Shelby seemed to trust so much out Eliza on edge. It was something she wish she didn't feel but she couldn't forget all of the things that had happened to her to cause it. Still when she closed her eyes she relived all of the horrible things Bragg did to her just a few months ago. Someone whom she trusted just as much if not more than Shelby trusted Waylon. 

 Regardless Eliza wanted out of the clinic, and closer to Shelby. She didn't want to go back to her apartment, not anymore. Home didn't sound safe to her now that people knew she existed. Staying with Shelby seemed to be the most appropriate thing to do, given the fact that Eliza knew she couldn't walk. Nestled into her wheelchair Eliza didn't bother crossing her legs, they hurt way too much to move them. Instead she raised her hand to grab Shelby's, firmly gripping her fingers. “I'm ready to go. Just don't lose me on the way. I can't walk for shit.”

 Waylon walked alongside Eliza as Shelby pushed the wheelchair back to her home. Eliza remembered meeting with and speaking to Waylon. Part of her liked him, he was more than handsome, had a good wit to him, but Eliza knew better. She said the same things about Bragg and it came back to bite her. Now she couldn't even work up something to say to Waylon, not even a thank you. Eliza just rested her head on her arm and grimaced in pain. 

 She was too afraid of Waylon to talk to him, all she could think of was how far she had fallen since she left Shelby. She was much stronger back then, but during these months apart old wounds were viciously ripped open, forcing Eliza to heal all over again. Thankfully she stumbled back into Shelby's arms because she had fallen back into some dark times, and she needed someone like Shelby to help her over out. Without her Eliza didn't feel like she had a chance, with her she felt hope again. Something she never thought was real.

 Shelby didn't live too far away from the clinic. She was actually only two houses down from where Eliza was staying. They wheeled Eliza in through the front door and grabbed her underneath each arm. She felt like an invalid, she couldn't even walk on her own. Any pressure applied to her injured leg caused her to buckle in pain. But she forced herself through it, even just steps inside Shelby's home made her feel safer. Her familiar smell lingered in the air causing Eliza to feel a little nostalgic for their time together in Vegas.

 Shelby and Waylon managed to carry Eliza to a chair to sit her down. Getting off of her feet took a huge strain off of Eliza, but also being somewhere where she felt safe helped a lot. “Thank you. I don't really have any idea on where to go from here. Everything I owned that meant something to me was on my horse and I don't know where he went. So I don't know what to do.” Eliza stopped herself for a minute and raked her hair with her fingers, she was getting a little emotional and was trying to calm herself down. “I don't want to be alone anymore. I've spent too much time alone, and afraid. I can't do it anymore.”