Bonjour ma petit enfants! (Hello my little kiddies :P)

I wrote this during the summer, and it's already 5 chapters in, so I'll try and post the next one, as soon as I get some feedback on whether or not to continue! Enjoy!

"I'll meet you at the bike chains after school, ok?"

Callie replied with a small smile and a nod.

I couldn't help but let my giddy grin slip on my face, life was just too perfect.

I sat through the rest of my classes nearly bouncing out of my seat. If I wasn't careful, people might think that I'm the ADHD brother, instead of Jesus.

The last bell rang.

"Pages 170-175 revision for a pop quiz on Thursday" Mr. Birch shouted, as the bulk of us walked out the door. I nearly ran down the hallway to meet Callie outside, from one of the windows, I was her resting on one of the metal poles, she looked so sweet when she though nobody was looking. What she didn't realise, is that somebody was always looking. The girl was perfect, in every way.

Her hair wasn't loaded with hair products, and she had grown it out past her shoulders.

She dressed how she liked, which was ripped t-shirts and jeans, much to Mariana's chagrin.

She was always herself, what you saw was what you got. I really loved that about her.

I started a slow jog up to the bike frame, she saw me coming and a small smile appeared on her face. I tried not to look so happy, we were still under wraps as a couple, because of the whole foster-sibling thing. I smiled at her and we began to walk home.

I dropped my phone on the ground and bent to pick it up, cussing when I saw the fracture on the glass. Callie walked ahead of me. She stepped off the curb just as a car came speeding around the corner at a break neck speed.

All I saw was her body flailing as she rolled off the hood of the car. The driver didn't look back once as he speeded up and escaped from view.

I looked back at Callie, the blood pooled around her and suddenly people on the school grounds took notice, they gathered around us in a circle as I fell to my knees beside Callie.

"Get Lena!" I shouted at my friend Tony, "Somebody call 911!"

The blood kept coming, I made sure not to jostle her too much as I pressed my palm against the gash in her side. I brushed the hair from her forehead and tried not to think the worst of the situation.

I heard everyone dialing on their phones, and reports being made; addresses being given. Lena showed up a minute later, you could tell that she and Tony had run to get there so fast. The teachers all came in a crowd behind her, asking all the students to step back.

Lena tried to get me to move but I wouldn't. All I could focus on now was putting pressure on her injury.

Her eyes fluttered open and then shut. They didn't open after that, and all I heard were the sirens of the ambulance.

Three paramedics stepped out with a stretcher and bandages, I held on to Callie's hand while they bandaged the wound. They lifted her on the stretcher and then into the ambulance, and I never let go of her hand.

I saw the paramedics exchange looks about letting me join them for the ride, but with one teary eyed look at the driver, he ushered them back in the ambulance and we started driving.

I heard the heart monitor beeping, and saw the lines going up and down, but I still couldn't help but let my mind wander into a realm of possibilities and alternate endings for this scenario. Even the way that I was thinking about this was wrong, but it was the only way to not slip into complete panic mode and loose it.

The man and woman sitting on the other side of Callie were re-hooking different bags and IV tubes everywhere; it was a complete blur of medical equipment. And to be frank, it scared the living daylight out of me. How could this have happened?

I should have shouted at her to stop, I should have gotten the license plate of that car.

I should have let her ride home with Mariana, Jesus and Jude.

This was happening because of my selfishness; I was keeping her to myself, and lying to my family. Now what, what if she doesn't make it? Jude needs his sister, I need her. Mom and Lena? They would never be the same.

I grasped her hand harder, intertwining our fingers. She opened her eyes slowly and gave me a small smile. Then her eyes closed again, and the heart rate monitor started beating in a slow steady rhythm.

"Get the adrenaline out Mike" the blonde woman asked the large, dark-skinned man besides her. "She's going into shock, we need her awake."

"What's happening?" I asked the man, only concerned by the woman's urgent tone. "What does she mean, shock?"

The man pulled a sealed glass vial from a cupboard and handed it to the blonde. They asked me a few medical questions about Callie before he answered my questions.

"We need to keep your friend from going into REM sleep" he explained expressively, his hands flying everywhere. "Once she goes into REM sleep it creates a lot of problems if she needs surgery, and other problems"

"What are the other problems?" I pressed further.

"Well, we don't know if she's suffered from any paralysis, and falling asleep will only set that injury faster. More seriously though, if she ends up needing surgery, then she might be at risk of a coma. REM sleep on its own can cause her to fall into a shock induced coma, and can even cause some memory loss."

She could fall into a coma. She could be paralysed. She might need surgery.

We arrived at the hospital and I didn't break my hand apart from Callie's, Lena jumped out of her car and I also saw Mom's police car speed around the corner with the sirens on. They both spotted me with Callie, entering the doors to the hospital. I trusted that they would follow me.

We arrived at a large door with a "staff only" sign on it. One look at the man and I knew that there was no winning, so I pressed a soft kiss to Callie's lips and let be carried off by the paramedics.

Both of my Mom's burst through the doors behind me, and I hoped that they hadn't seen the kiss that I gave her. It didn't seem like they had though, because the rushed forwards and gathered me into a 'Mom sandwich'. I finally started to break down. They ushered me into the private waiting room and let me cry in peace.

"I'm so sorry guys" I croaked out, "This is my entire fault, if I hadn't asked Callie to meet me by the bike stands, this would never have happened.

"Brandon this is not your fault" Lena comforted me, "what happened? Tony said something about Callie being hit, but that was it".

I took a deep breath.

"Callie and I were going to walk home, and I asked her to meet me by the bike racks. We met there after school and-"I choked again, "-I dropped my phone, and she walked ahead. She was just off the curb when a car came around the corner. She never saw it when it…"

A paramedic came into the room.

"I'm afraid that Callie has slipped into a coma."

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