The feeling of Ashley’s warm breathing on her face caused a weird new sensation run though her body, tensing she shifted away as far as possible with what lying in a hospital bed connected to wires will allow shaking her head quickly fear clouding her blue eyes, “No….no…no…no, I’m not gay…I’m not,” she repeated over and over again.

Ashley didn’t expect this kind of reaction, the blonde was in shock, shaking her head constantly reassuring the older girl with her words that she was not gay even though Ashley knew the truth but could see Spencer couldn’t accept it at this moment, reaching out her warm fingers slid across heated flesh until she held the blonde’s head in her hands forcing the girl to look at her, “It’s okay Spence…you don’t have to be gay if you don’t want to, okay,” she cooed unsure of her words because you don’t really have a choice of who or what gender you love.

“I’m not Ashley, I’m not gay, right?” those sad blue eyes met hers with such panic behind them that it stilled Ashley’s whole body with trepidation.

“Spencer listen,” she began knowing she had no right to lie at this moment by allowing the woman to think she wasn’t gay but wasn’t going to force it out either, “We don’t have to talk about that right now, okay,” she stared hard into those troubled grey eyes different from the vibrant blue she was so use to seeing.

“But…”

Ashley placed her finger upon shaking moist lips, “…shhhh, no talking about it okay?” her brown orbs flickered to the door way seeing the nurses staring at the two, apparently Spencer’s heart monitors and started going off alerting the staff to possible flat line if she didn’t calm down.

“But…” her breathing was erratic and the nurses were edging there way in defying the subtly gestures from Ashley telling them to stay put and not interrupt, “I’m not…she won’t allow it…he won’t…”

the far away look in the woman’s eyes scared Ashley more than anything at the moment, she had to calm her down and get her back but at the same time she wanted to know who she was or he for that matter, were they the same people and Spencer was confusing the pronouns up or if there was a he/she for real, “Spencer stop it…your going to pass out,” she sternly told her in the most authoritative voice she could manage.