This is a re- write of "Brax and Ricky: Stay With Me? Ricky won't be pregnant, she and Brax are just mates for the time being and she doesn't know Brax's brothers, but will get to know them as the story goes on. Kyle won't be in this story, unfortunately. This story will be rated T as it will be dealing with amputation. Her brother Adam doesn't exist. I don't know how many chapters that this story will have, I guess I'll just see where it takes me.

Thank you to FrankElza who checked this re- written chapter over.

Need You Now.

Chapter 1,

On Saturday morning, 15 year old, Ricky was woken by a beep, beep of her iPhone. Fumbling for it on her bedside table, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and unlocked the screen. It was a text, from Darryl Braxton, or Brax as he was known. She wondered what he wanted, there was only one way to find out. She went in to her messages to find a few words on the screen.

"Fancy a surf?"

"Sure" She replied eagerly, she loved the waves. For her, there was nothing better than catching a wave and trying to stay on it and if she beat Brax, well that was even better. Once the message was sent, she got out of bed and walked around her room, getting ready, pulling her wetsuit on and putting her hair up. She grabbed a gym bag and filled that with stuff her towel and water, before leaving her room and heading down the stairs, leaving a note for her mum. With that, she picked up her bag and board, before leaving the house, locking the door, heading to the beach.

"Finally," Brax joked, rolling his eyes as he saw Ricky.

"Oh, ha, ha, Braxton" Ricky laughed.

"Ready?" Brax asked, standing up and grabbing his board.

"Yeah" Ricky said, picking up her board and heading down to the water. They both lay down their boards and start paddling in.

Ricky soon spotted a wave and went for it, managing to catch it.

Brax went for the next wave, going under and then re- surfacing.

Ricky laughed as she surfed back to the shore, before turning back around and heading for another one.

The wave popped up and she went for it, blissfully unaware that a dreaded creature was right underneath her board. As she tried to ride the wave back to shore, something grabbed her, pulling her off her board, Ricky let a scream leave her mouth.

The shark pulled Ricky under the water as she tried desperately to escape its clutches, but it just dragged her further under.

"Ricky!" Brax yelled, realising he couldn't see the teen. "Ricky, where are you?"

Silence. Shit. Diving under the water he found her, but she was unconcious, blood was poiring from her head, most likely where she'd hit it and. Oh god, her leg was torn, mangled as blood poured out of it, turning the water, a sea of red.

"Brax, it hurts" She whispered, with ragged breath, obviously trying to save her breath.

I know" Brax says, scooping her out of the water, being careful of her leg as he carried her out of the water.

He lays her on the sand, grabbing both of their towels, wrapping one around her and the other around her leg. Kneeling down beside her, he stroked her mattered hair. "Ricky, it's alright, I promise"

Brax fumbled in his shorts for his phone and dialled 911.

"What service do you require?" A voice said.

"I need an ambulance. " Brax said. "Now"

"One has been dispatched and is on it's way, " The voice informed him.

Small whimpers come from the girl.

"Shh, it's alright, " Brax soothed, nothing about this was alright, she shouldn't be lying here, not like this, but he had to tell her something. Then with relief, Brax heard the ambulance pull up and a man and a woman jumped out.

"She needs to get to Nothern District now" Said the male paramedic as he and his partner slid the board under her, before putting her in a neck brace. Before connecting her to a ventilator. His partner handed him a blanket and he lay it over her as the paramedics picked up the board and lay it on the stretcher.

Brax took the seat next to the stretcher as the ambulance turned on the lights.

The doors to the hospital burst open, signalling a new patient as the paramedics give the doctors the information they needed to know.

"This is Erica Sharpe, 15, found unconscious, BP 90/ 60, GSC 5, SAT's ventilated at the scene"

Brax leant against a wall, feeling like his legs were going to give a way, when the stretcher was wheeled away from him, and in to RESUS.

"Doc, what is it?" Brax asked, as soon as he saw him.

"Due to the nature of Ricky's injury, I'm afraid, the only way to save Ricky's life is to amputate her leg. I'm so sorry" Nate Cooper, the trusted doctor of Nothern District, told both Brax and Ricky's mum.

Nate held a bunch of consent forms out towards Ricky's mum who signed them in order for her daughters life changing operation to take place. He disappeared in to RESUS and looked at the girl, who had a tube up her nose, the gasket was inflated to hold Ricky's ventilator in place. Was he was sure, she was ventilated, he began her surgery.

He gave her a general anaesthetic and then removed the fixator that was holding her leg in place. A skin incision was created, he made another cut that would expose the tibial bone, he made another cut with the saw, then he made another cut which would expose the fibular bone, as her lower leg and foot were removed, the incision was closed to create a stump.

Once her surgery was complete, she was wheeled to recovery where nurses checked her vital signs: clipping a pulse oximeter to her finger, checking the ventilator before wheeling her back to her side room. Brax and Clare faced a tense wait to see whether the teen they loved so much would pull through.

Brax glanced at her: the raise and fall of her chest, was the result of the ventilator, her head wound had been cleaned and stitched, her stump was covered in bandages, there were two drips in her arms, one giving her fluids, the other giving her blood.

"Please be alright, Ricky" He prayed, dropping his head in his hands "Please"

A knock on the door startled him from his thoughts, he looked towards the door. It was Nate, adjusting his stethoscope.

"She's in a coma to help her body recover. "

"Will she wake?" Brax asked.

"Time will tell" Nate said, tipping something in to Brax's hand. Brax realised the small studs were her earrings, removed for surgery.

"Come on, Ricky" Brax took her hand. "I'm here"

But the only sound was the "whoosh" of the ventilator. Brax realised it could be a long few weeks. He sighed, rested his arms on the back of his head as he tried to get comfortable on the uncomfortable hospital chair. He sent a text, to Heath, asking him to be good for the childminder, even though at 15, he was too old for a childminder, but it was more for Casey, Brax didn't want his young brother worrying while he wasn't there.

"Clare, go home, I'll keep an eye on her" Brax noted how exhausted Ricky's mum looked.

"She needs me"

"There's no point in both of us sitting here" Brax said. "I'll call you if anything changes, "

"Fine" Clare raised her eyebrows at Brax as she stood up, gave her daughter one last look before leaving the hospital as she sat in her car, devastated for her daughter.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the re- written version of this.