Sorry it took me so long to update this story. It's been a busy week at work so I've been tired. I was going to update last night when I updated Saving Miley but I got extremely sleepy. (I haven't been sleeping well.) Also, all this coming up week is probably going to be busy too. This coming up Sunday my church's dance team is performing and I'm on the team. On top of work I will be practicing a lot, so it may be a bit until I update again for both stories. I will do my best though to not take too long I promise. After Sunday, I should be more free to write. Hopefully. Just letting you know in advance. Thanks for reading and being patient. Please review. :)

I headed towards the trauma unit and emergency room. The large double doors leading to the ER had large letters that read 'Authorized Personnel Only.' I ignored the sign as I continued to charge toward the doors. A doctor stood in my way trying to stop me but I just pushed past him.

"Ma'am, you can't go that way, MA'AM!"

I didn't even make eye contact with him. I just pushed open the double doors. The second I opened the doors I saw her, well a glimpse since she was being wheeled in the opposite direction but it was enough. I saw blood. Not the amount you see when you cut yourself but the amount you see when you bust your head open times two.

"MITCHIE!" I heard myself yell as loud as I could. By then two other doctors had me by the arms so I couldn't go any further. They started pulling me back in the direction I had come. I started screaming and yelling hysterically while trying to fight my way free.

There was only one sentence I was able to scream out that was understandable. "STOP! NO! I HAVE TO BE WITH HER YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" They never stopped until I was pulled all the way back to the waiting room.

"We are doing everything we can to save her I promise you that" The doctor that had tried to stop me earlier told me.

I stopped fighting at his words. My voice suddenly turned low, all my strength suddenly drained. "S-save her...y-you mean she could...she-she could d-die?" I said choking on my own words. I've never been much of a crier but now the way the doctor was talking the tears just began to flow. He didn't say much of anything. He just shook his head and whispered I'm sorry and then quickly made his way back through the ER doors. I shook my head and collapsed to the floor on my knees. I know longer had the strength to hold my own weight. My tears continuously flowed. I didn't even try to stop them. Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around me. I slowly looked up to see Mitchie's older sister Dallas. I hadn't even seen her there, though I did just end my tirade through the hospital. I wouldn't have even noticed George Clooney in my state. I fought out of her grasp only wanting one person's arms around me at the moment. I only wanted to see one person. Her. I now knew though that was impossible. After fighting her a few times, I finally gave in. I wrapped my arms around my middle and just collapsed in her arms my head resting on her shoulder. I began sobbing harder not even thinking I could but her I was soaking a spot on Dallas' shirt with my seemingly never ending tears. I could feel her body shaking as she held me. I knew then that she was silently crying above me but I couldn't hear her cries over my own sobs. The girl I loved with every fiber of my being could die and there was nothing I could do about it. And my worst fear was that I would never get a chance to say goodbye.

We sat there huddled together in the middle of the waiting room floor just crying. After a while, I'm not sure how long, we both settled down. She was still sniffling and I would hiccup every few sniffles from crying so hard. It was silent then aside from our involuntary noises. We just so happened to be the only two in the waiting room. She released me from her hold and silently motioned for us to go sit in a couple of nearby chairs. I nodded and she helped me up. We quickly sat down but remained silent. Finally after a minute she broke the silence.

"It was all my fault" she whispered. She wouldn't look at me as she spoke.

"What?" I looked at her confused. Her whisper had been so quiet I was almost unsure she said anything at all.

"It's my fault she was in that accident. She finally looked at me. She looked like she was going to start crying all over again.

"N-no, it wasn't..."

She interrupted me. "If we hadn't had been..." she stopped.

"Dallas ya'll weren't drunk were you?" I didn't want that to sound so bad but that was the first question that popped into my head.

She shook her head. "Mitchie, a group of friends and I all fooling around, we had just had lunch and were all in our cars to head home. The car I was in was going to Mike's house while Mitchie was going to go prom dress shopping. For about ten minutes we were all going in the same direction. We all had our windows rolled down. We would laugh and yell at each other at red lights. We'd also play fire drill. Whenever we weren't at red lights, we were playing a little game of cat and mouse. Our car was the cat and Mitchie's was the mouse. At one point, we were all going entirely too fast. Our speedometer was reaching 85. We approached a sharp curve and before Mitchie could slow down she lost control of her car. It flipped about 6 times before coming to rest upside down in a ditch. The police say she was going at least 90 at the time she lost control." I cringed at her words as she paused for a moment. She quickly continued. "And that's why it's my fault. If I had been thinking clearly, I would have stopped our games before something like that happened." She looked down at her hands guiltily.

"Dallas, look at me." I said softly. She did. "You shouldn't blame yourself. Yes you guys were doing something stupid but something like that could have happened to anyone."

"Yes it is if I had..."

"No, this isn't your fault. Accidents happen. The series of events were unfortunate but like I said it could have happened to anyone. It could have happened even if you guys weren't fooling around. They say everything happens for a reason but a lot of times you don't know the reason."

I know that a lot of other people would have probably been mad at Dallas but I'm not a lot of people. I knew Dallas almost as well as I knew Mitchie. She was very protective of her sister normally. I knew she had just had a momentary lapse of judgment. Besides, I've played the same car games before and that kind of would have made me a hypocrite for blaming her on something she had no control over. Though you can better believe that after this, I'm never playing dangerous car games again.

Before she could protest what I had said anymore the doctor came in. She stood up quickly. I turned my head and seeing it was him I stood up with to her. The doctor motioned her over. I stayed back. After a minute or so, Dallas dropped to her knees sobbing much like I had when I was drug in here.

We just received the worst news you can get besides that she's dead. I went over to her immediately and kneeled next to her. Through her choked sobs she told me what the doctor had said.

She's unresponsive. She won't open her eyes. Nothing. She's currently on a respirator. She can't even breathe on her own. They don't know if she's brain dead or just in a coma. They were going to give her a cat scan to see.

After a half hour of tears and silence the doctor came back.

Now we know. She has brain damage.