It was Oz's fifteenth birthday when my world was torn into pieces. We were walking to the store when Oz screamed my name, I turned my head and a car was heading straight towards me. I was frozen with fear when suddenly I was pushed out of the way. I turned my head to see Oz getting hit by the car instead of me, my heart felt like it stopped. After that everything went by so quickly I didn't remember what happened. All I knew that I was in the hospital waiting for Oz to get out of surgery. I was sitting next to the sobbing Ada while Uncle Oscar was trying to figure out what was wrong with Oz.

"Gil..do you think big brother will be ok?" asked Ada while looking up at me with her big watery eyes. I looked down her wanting to cry myself, but I had to be strong for Oz and Ada.

"I honestly don't know Ada," I said hoping that was a good enough answer for her. It was the full truth, I really wasn't sure if Oz was ok.

Before we both knew if Ada and I were sleeping peacefully in the hospital chairs. I wasn't sure how many hours we had been sleeping, but all I remember is Uncle Oscar coming to wake us up and telling us that Oz was out of surgery. I held onto Ada's hand and we both sleepily followed Uncle Oscar and the doctor to Oz's room. The curtains around Oz's bed was closed which slightly worried me then the doctor began to talk,"I have both good news and bad news. The good news is the surgery went perfectly, but the bad news is that Oz is in coma and we aren't sure when or if he will wake up."

The room was silent for what seemed like an eternity before Ada finally said something. "Uncle Oscar what does that mean?" Ada said dropping my hand and going over to her uncle. "Well, I'll leave you all. If you need me go to the front desk," the doctor left with those words leaving the door slightly open. Uncle Oscar looked at me with a depressing face,"I'll leave you hear alone with him while Ada and I go talk for a bit." With that Uncle Oscar and Ada also left.

I opened the curtain around the bed to see Oz "sleeping". I looked at the bruises on his arms, bandages around his head, the tube giving him oxygen, and the machines keeping his heart beating. I sat in the chair next to his bed and cried.

"Why Oz? W-why didn't you let me get hit by the car?"

"You were my best friend...why? Why did it have to be you?!"

I couldn't stop crying, I kept asking questions knowing I would probably never get a response. What would happen to me? The only reason the Bezarius family adopted me was because Oz found me in the street dying and wouldn't let me go. Would Oz's father disown me now that he may not ever come back? Of course Uncle Oscar and Ada would try to keep me in the family, but I just wasn't sure.

This was the day my world was torn to pieces.

It was also the worst day of my life.