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Madison

She waited all night for Wes to call. He didn't. She was really quite angry with him. She whipped out her phone.

Still nothing from W! she texted Caitlyn.

What a jerk, Caitlyn's text came back fast. Doesn't he realize how upset you are?!

Thought I knew him better than that, Madison answered. She flung herself back onto her pillows. Her mother had done her best to soothe her and make her feel better, but she wanted Wesley. Needed Wesley. Where the hell was he? She tried calling him again, but he didn't answer. Boy was he going to get it at school tomorrow. Madison turned her light off and tried to sleep. For some reason, she kept seeing Bianca's body on the road whenever she closed her eyes. It was rather unnerving.

Wesley

Madison's number flashed on his screen for the 20th time. Wes ignored it. He did not need her drama right now. She didn't even like Bianca so why would she be "so totally freaked out" right now? That was just one of her hundreds of text messages. The girl had no heart did she? He was getting very sore from sleeping in such a small chair. The floor looked almost inviting. He just wanted to see B. He had to know she was all right. She had felt so lifeless back on the road. He tried to keep the image of her flying off the car out of his mind, but it was impossible. He wondered what she had been thinking, if anything.

"Go home, Wesley," Dottie said from the other chair beside him. "You're not helping her by staying up all night. Go home. I'll let you know when she wakes up."

"I want to be here when she does," Wes argued. "I'm staying right here." He pointed to his chair emphatically to make his point. Dottie just looked at him for a moment, and he could tell she was contemplating whether or not she felt like hauling his butt out the door. He knew she would too.

"You're a good friend, Wesley," Dottie said instead. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes. He smiled briefly at his victory. He wondered if B's dad would show up.

Dottie

If that asshole father of Bianca's showed up here she would punch him in the throat. Oh yes she would. He wouldn't be of any help anyway, not that he'd actually care to sit here all night waiting. She hadn't bothered to tell him either. It hadn't really crossed her mind until right now that perhaps he might need to know his daughter was possibly dying.

Crap.

Dottie pulled her phone out. Three a.m. Nothing would please her more than to haul his sorry butt out of bed. She paused. What if he didn't come? What would Bianca think of him then? She already thought he was a lousy dad for abandoning them and taking the dog. To know he didn't care if she lived or died would push her over the edge.

"You'll always wonder if you didn't," Wesley said suddenly. She looked to see him watching her. "If it was me and my parents, I'd have wanted mom to try."

"And you wouldn't have been devastated when he didn't show up?" she asked, incredulous.

"I'd be mad, yes, but then at least I'd know," Wesley shrugged.

"You'd rather know your dad doesn't care than your mom lying and saying she forgot to call him?" Dottie questioned.

"In a way, yes. That would tell me that my mom really cared."

Ouch. That was a low blow.

"Are you saying I'm not a caring mother if I don't invite Bianca's heartless father here to see her die?" Dottie challenged.

"A: Bianca is not going to die, and two: I'm not saying that, but it might be construed that way," Wesley said carefully.

"Hmmm," Dottie said, narrowing her eyes slightly. The kid had a point. She dialed. He answered in that middle of the night groggy voice people have when called during the witching hour.

"Mike, you need to get to the hospital here now," Dottie said without saying it was her. "It's Bianca."

"Wuz goin' on?" Mike almost slurred.

"Are you drunk?!" Dottie shrieked.

"Naw, naw, just really tired. Dot, it's three a.m. Just get to the point."

"Your daughter has been hit by a car," Dottie said crisply. "She may or may not die. Get your sorry ass over here now and sit vigil with me. I mean, not with me with me just with me in the sense that you're in the same building in case she wakes up."

"A'ight I'm comin'," Mike mumbled. The phone clicked off. Dottie looked over at Wesley.

"We're seriously going to regret this," she said.

Mike

Holy shit. His daughter might be dying! Mike rolled out of bed and grabbed clothes. He didn't care if they made sense. He tripped over the dog. The dog. Damn, who was gonna feed it? Can't think about that now. He rushed downstairs, grabbing his keys. He was amazed Dottie even called him. He felt panic rise. Would Bianca even want to see him? He paused in the middle of the doorway. He convinced himself to go. It would be better that he showed up and she turned him away than him not going at all.

Bianca

It was like floating on fluffy clouds. There was no up or down. There wasn't really any sound. It was just a dullness all around her. Was she going to be stuck here forever? She hoped not. She felt drowsy again. Sleep felt good. What she really wanted, though, was to wake up.

Wesley

"You can go see her now," the nurse said almost timidly. Wes shot up out of his chair as though he'd been electrocuted. Dottie wasn't too far behind him. His heart sank when he saw her sitting there with tubes everywhere. He looked at Dottie and saw that she was crying.

"My poor girl," she was whimpering. "My poor little girl." Wes felt his throat tighten. He didn't think his parents would react like this if it was him. They were too busy trying to kill each other to even notice he hadn't come home that night. Not one single text or phone call from them asking, "where are you?" He reached out and gently touched B's hand. It felt clammy. He closed his eyes, breathing hard. Dottie's crying didn't help. Footsteps behind them made them both turn.

"Hello," the doctor said. He introduced himself. "Your daughter has suffered a major trauma. Quite frankly, she is very lucky to be alive. We're leaving her on a ventilator for now. The swelling in her brain has gone down a little, but it needs to go down much more before things will start to heal. She...she may or may not wake up."

"That's not what I wanted to hear, Doc," Dottie said, getting angry. "All that time in surgery and that's what you have to tell me? What did you do to her for hours in there then?"

"Mrs. Piper," the doctor said.

"Ms.," Dottie corrected him crisply.

"Ms. Piper," he started again. "We released some of the pressure in her brain to lower the swelling. It takes time for it to all go away. We had to repair some broken bones and address her wounds. She suffered massive trauma."

"Yes, we know," Dottie said, frustrated. "That's what happens when you're hit by a bloody moving car."

"I'm glad you understand," the doctor said breezily. "We will monitor her here for now. She will be in a coma. She may or may not be able to hear you. This could take a long time."

"Then you better get used to seeing us here," Dottie replied. The doctor bowed his head with a very small smile and then left. Wes was grateful she said "us." Or maybe she meant her and B's dad. It didn't matter. He was going to be here just as much. More steps and then Mike Piper was in the doorway.

Mike

Oh boy. She's gonna punch me. Mike felt very afraid of Dottie for a moment. She was standing there glaring at him like she wished he hadn't come. Then why did she call? And who was the boy? Bianca's boyfriend?

"You showed up," Dottie said stiffly.

"You called. It's the least I could do," he answered a little sarcastically. He glanced at his little girl lying there like that. He felt very small suddenly.

"And here we go with the smarmy comebacks!" Dottie said, throwing her hands up in the air. "That only took five seconds."

"Look, just tell me the update, and I'll leave," Mike said.

"She's in a coma. She might never wake up. That's what we know as of this moment," Dottie explained.

"Okay," Mike said, nodding. "I'll be out in the lobby."

"Why?" she asked.

"Cos you made it clear you can't stand to look at my ugly mug," Mike replied. He knew he was egging her on. They always could fight. He left before Dottie could fire another verbal knife at him.

Bianca

Was that my Dad? Bianca was thinking, astounded. He actually came! He really did care! She heard Wes, and she heard her mother. She also heard that doctor say she might never wake up. The nerve! Did he not realize how tough she was? She was going to beat this thing or, well, die trying.

"B, wake up soon," Wes was saying to her.

I'm trying! she shouted at him. Of course, no sound came out of her mouth. Wait, did he just...? He did! He totally kissed her forehead. Her mother must not have seen it. She would have commented.

"Wesley is a true friend," her mother said after a moment. "We're going home to rest and change okay? We'll be back soon."

I'm not going anywhere, Bianca told her. Then it was silent for a moment.

"I love you, baby," her father's voice reached her. "I'm here. I came. I know you're probably angry at me, but I don't care. I'm here. I'm not leaving either."

Geezaloo! Those were the nicest things she'd heard him say in a long time. Too bad they couldn't earn him brownie points with her mother. She assumed he had snuck in after she left. If only she would wake up! It was extremely frustrating. Then like always, the sleep overwhelmed her, and it was all black again.