Fabian's POV

Sitting in the stands at a local ice rink, I watched my classmates zooming by on the ice below. Jerome was chasing Mara around the rink, Patricia was trying to teach Alfie how to do a triple lutz, and Mick was practicing his hockey skills. Nina had never been ice skating before, so Amber was trying to teach her. Her dirty blond curls were pulled half up half down, and she wore an outfit that Amber had obviously picked out. Her sweater was a rich midnight blue and she wore dark wash jeans. For added warmth, she wore a grey beret-style knit hat and fingerless gloves. From what I could tell, she wasn't wearing any makeup, but she doesn't need any.

Her laugh echoed out throughout the rink, carefree and light. She was just starting to get the hang of skating and Amber was taking her more towards the center. That's when the collision happened. Mick didn't mean to plow Nina over, he really didn't. He was watching the puck and didn't look up until he was about to hit her. By then it was too late. In the blink of an eye she was sprawled across the eye with a patch of scarlet slowly emerging from her head. Racing down the stairs, I was next to her in a second. I pulled her head into my lap just as Mick was rushing over.

"Oh my God. Nina, I'm so sorry!" he whispered.

"Somebody, call 911!" I screamed. Patricia nodded and pulled out her cell phone. Amber had crouched down next to me by this time. I looked up at her, and realized she was wearing a scarf. "Amber, give me your scarf."

"What? But this is brand new! My daddy just got it for me!" she squealed.

"What's more important to you? Nina or a scarf?" I said. She pulled the scarf off in a second. I sighed as I wrapped the flimsy red material over her wound.

"This material isn't going to last long. We're going to need some help fast." I said.

"Well, the ambulance should be here in minutes." Patricia said. I looked down at Nina and felt a tear slide down my cheek. Suddenly her eyes fluttered open.

Nina's POV

I looked up at the faces crowded around me. First was a boy, or I guess, a young man. He had eyes like an ocean, and they looked pained. Shiny trails of tears streaked across his cheeks and chocolaty brown bangs swept across his forehead. On the other side of him was a girl with sleek straw-colored hair. Light blue eyes looked down with concern from her sweet face.

"Ugh, what happened?" I asked, trying to sit up. My head felt like a knife was being stuck through it, and I cried out in pain.

"Here, lay back down. You hurt your head really bad." The blond said. The boy started crying what looked like tears of joy.

"Oh Nina!" he cried, pulling me into a hug.

"Who's Nina?"