I opened my eyes to see him. The one who I'd been watching for...I didn't know how long.

Adam.

"Mia?" He asked, his voice sounding far away.

I closed my eyes. No. I don't want to stay...I can't stay.

I need to be with my family. I love them. I have to be with them...I have to be with them. I have to see dad, and mom, and Teddy.

But Mom and Dad would never forgive me for leaving Adam, and Gramps, and Kim, just to be with them. She's always wanted me to live my life, to play at the best of my abilities. To go to Julliard... she'd never forgive me for passing that up. And Teddy... I'm sorry I'm leaving you again. I know you'll understand. Wait for me, okay? I'm coming soon. But first, I need to be alive. I need to breathe.

I opened my eyes.

"Mia?" He asked me, concern filling his voice. "Mia, tell me somehow that you're okay. Talk to me!"

I squeezed his hand, signaling that I could hear him. He looked at me, then ran out of the room. "Mia's awake! She's awake!"

"You're alive!" The black nurse said, coming in. "Mia, take a deep breath. I've called the surgeon. You gave us quite a scare."

"H...how..."

"What are you trying to say?" She said, walking over from the bags she was organizing. "Just whisper it."

"How long have I..." I tried to finish, but my throat was parched. Why had I been fine before? "Wat... water..."

She put a tube-thing in me, and my throat was refreshed. "How long have I been in...her...here..."

"A while." She said, sitting by my bedside as a lot of doctors came rushing in and started rolling my bed out. She got up and jogged next to me. "How much do you know?"

"What do you mean?" I looked at her slowly, since my neck hurt. "Haven't I been asleep all this time?"

"Oh, please, Mia." She waved her hand dismissively. "I know that you've been aware most of the time. You're a fighter."

I'm a fighter.

"But there are some things you need to know that you probably don't." She said, sitting by my bed again as the doctors went to work, doing who-knows-what. "Your mom died in the crash."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"You dad died on the table."

They threatened to spill.

"Teddy had a problem."

They spilled, in gallons, in tens of gallons. The monitor beeped urgently, and the doctor muttered to himself and pain shot through my body as he stepped away. "Done. It's done."

"It's safe to see her now." One of the nurses called out and one by one, the doctors and co. filed out of the room, replaced by my friends and Adam, most of which who were using tissues. I was no longer using the oxygen, and Kim sniffled. "I thought you were going to die."

Adam looked straight at me. "You know what I said about New York?"

I nodded weakly.

"I meant it." He sat on my bed and held up my chin and we kissed, our lips moving in sync, perfect for each other. I marveled at how, before something big happens, you never appreciate the little things. The world dissolved around us.

I had to remind myself to something when Adam and I finally pulled away and looked in each other's eyes.

Breathe.