Summary: Miley is in a coma after a car accident. Jackson was driving and can't stop blaming himself. WARNING: May result in death.
Jackson sat beside his sister, stroking her brown hair. Her eyes were closed so she looked as if she were sleeping. But Jackson knew it was far worse than that.
Your fault.
Oliver and Lilly walked in. Lilly leaned over her best friend and took hold of her hand. Oliver got a chair and placed it under Lilly so she could sit down. He went round the other side of the bed and put a hand on Jackson's shoulder.
'It's going to be okay, Jackson'
Jackson brushed Oliver's hand off his shoulder.
Your fault.
'No it's not. It's all my fault! I don't deserve to live! I practically killed my little sister!'
Lilly let out a small choked sob and fled from the room.
Your fault.
Oliver ran after her. Jackson was once again left alone in the room. It had no atmosphere. It was just white. There was no real colour except for the two teens in the area.
'Jackson?' Miley's small voice came to his attention. Jackson looked over to her and his eyes widened.
'Miles?' he said.
'Where am I?'
'Err…well, you're in the hospital, Miles' Jackson knew she wouldn't like this. She hated hospitals.
'What? But I hate hospitals! Get me out of here!' she screamed, thrashing around in her bed.
Your fault.
'Miley, calm down. Calm down' Jackson said, trying to catch her legs and arms.
'Don't tell me to calm down, Jackson! Mom died here! I don't want to die here aswell!' she said, but she quietened down.
'I'm sorry, Miles' Jackson said and bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
Your fault.
Miley wasn't paying attention. She was looking at the machine that beeping loudly. It was getting faster by the second. And so was her heart. Jackson looked over at the bleeping machine. It was beeping loudly but then stopped abruptly. He converted his eyes over to his sister. She was unblemished and still. His worst fear had come true.
Miley was dead.
Your fault.
