Hey people! Sorry about my long absence from updating. I know this is my first fanfiction, but I intend to be loyal to my readers and update at least once a week. I just finished with midterms so I have all Christmas break to write! Hopefully I can update a lot, but I have a holiday job. Boo! Well, here you go! I'm going to go chapter by chapter instead of ten chapters at once so maybe I can update faster. Enjoy!

Chapter 11

Clare POV

I stood against the wall of the restaurant, waiting for Samantha to finish talking to the nurse. I was in blank shock. I should be in tears, but I couldn't find it in me to cry. Not yet. Samantha walks over with a pained look on her face.

"Hey Clare, you want me to bring you home?" She asks, her eyes are full of concern for her little brother. I'm shocked that she'd actually expect me to go home. I want to see Eli!

"Not at all, I want to see Eli. What happened? Will he be okay?" She sighs, and hesitantly answers me.

"Fine, you can come to the hospital with me. I'll tell you on the way." I was relieved that she wasn't going to make me go home. I nodded and followed her to the car.

Samantha POV

I was freaking out! I need to get to the hospital. When Clare and I get into the car, I explained that Eli had gotten hit by a car and rolled onto a beer bottle, just like the nurse had told me. She didn't cry, which surprised me. She seemed like the type to bawl at the site of a paper cut. I was happy she was quiet though, I needed to compose myself.

On the way to the hospital, all I could think about was Eli's face laying there on the ambulance bed, pale and bloody. I really hope they take care of him.

We got there fast enough, walked in and asked for his room. We went to the right floor and Clare sat on one of the chairs in the waiting room area. I found the right door, and went in without knocking. Nurses were fluttering all over his body, attaching IV's, stitching his stomach, cleaning off his face, and checking every other part of him. He was still obviously unconscious. If he were awake, he'd be screaming; he hates needles.

A nurse stopped cleaning off his face and looked up at me standing there staring at them.

"Who are you?" She asked, rather rudely.

"I'm his big sister." I answered smoothly. I wasn't about to get in a fight with someone who was helping my baby brother.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, we have to-"

"No." I cut her off, she stared at me blankly, so I went on, "I'm not leaving this room. Keep on with what you all are doing. I'm not going anywhere." and with that, I sat down on the plastic chair in the corner. The nurse looked like she was about to press the issue, but I gave her a glare that could kill. She rolled her eyes, but went back to cleaning Eli's cuts. They hovered over his body for what seamed like hours. Finally, most of the nurses left. Two stayed behind. One of the nurses left had a clipboard, marking things on it and checking the monitor that was hooked up to Eli. The other nurse came over to me.

"You're this boy's legal guardian?" She asked. It was a different nurse than before, she had a grandmotherly look about her. She has sympathy in here eyes.

"Yeah I'm his big sister. Our parents are unavailable." I said dryly. I hated explaining this to people. She briefed me with a bunch of medical terms, but summed up for me that Eli would be fine. He would wake up soon, and they would run a few tests then. The cut on his stomach needed twenty five stitches, and he would have to stay a few nights. I was still feeling a little numb when the nurses left five minutes later.

I walked over to his bed and held his limp hand in mine and finally let myself cry.