A/N: I just wanted to let everyone know that between this chapter's topic paragraph and my other story's overall topic, it may seem to you that I have a twisted fascination with narcotics. I assure you that that is not the case! The adjective 'drug' just worked so well that I used it.

Also, I don't own anything Camp Rock or Jonas Brothers related. I put this story under Camp Rock, but the characters are actually more like the Jonas Brothers. Since I don't know them personally, I have no idea how they would really act, so I'm using what little I know about them, combined with their characters from Camp Rock, and a little of my own imagination thrown in just because I can! Hope you enjoy!

Unconsciousness is like a drug. The longer you let yourself stay in its presence, the harder it becomes to turn away from it. When light starts to creep in, its brilliant glare makes you recoil, because it hurts. You push yourself further and further back into the hole of darkness, but the light continues to encroach on your domain. Soon, there is nowhere to go, and there is not even a crevice to hide in. You must come out, and the light is the victor this time.

Kintra opened one eye and then the other. The light hurt, making her eyes water slightly. She briefly wondered if she was dead, but then she heard the steady beeping of a heart monitor and images of the accident came rushing back to her. She surmised that she was in a hospital bed, and when her nose began to itch, she took a deep breath in through her nose, and the oxygen from the oxygen mask rushed in, quelling the itch. The action, though, made her throat hurt terribly, so she tried not to breathe as deeply.

Once her senses became more alert, Kintra noticed a slight pressure on her stomach and looked down. There lay her sister, her blonde hair falling over her face as she slept, with her left arm in a sling. Kintra moved her right arm down to stroke her sister's hair, pushing it gently out of her face. The gesture roused Emma and caused her to lift her head, blinking and yawning. When she saw that Kintra was awake, her eyes widened happily. "Kinny!" she stage whispered. When Kintra opened her mouth to speak, Emma stopped her. "Don't try and talk. I'll be right back!" she jumped awkwardly off the bed and ran out the door, calling, "Emiline! Emiline!" as she went. Kintra frowned and winced, embarrassed that her sister was making so much noise in a hospital of all places.

Emma soon reappeared, her arm dangerously close to sliding out of its sling, with a nurse and her parents in tow. The nurse, who was obviously Emiline, smiled when she saw Kintra. "Hello, Miss Philips," she said sweetly. "I've heard a lot about you from your sister."

'Oh I'm sure you have,' Kintra thought dryly. She glared at her sister, but Emma was oblivious to any such glances. She just kept smiling, happy that her sister was awake.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the nurse stopped her, just as Emma had done a few minutes before. "I'm afraid there won't be any use in you opening your mouth," she told Kintra. "Do you, by any chance, remember something hitting you in the throat during the accident? Just nod or shake your head for yes or no." Kintra nodded, remembering something colliding harshly with her throat before she slipped into unconsciousness. "Well that explains a little bit," Emiline said, writing something down on her chart. She stepped closer to Kintra's bed and said, "You have severely crushed vocal cords," she said. "We operated to try and fix those, but there wasn't anything we could do about it. I'm sorry. You won't be able to speak again."

Kintra lay there in shock. She couldn't move, couldn't think, and couldn't do anything. She thought she felt a tear slid down her cheek, but she never remembered giving herself permission to cry. When the nurse saw that she would get no other response from Kintra, she stood up and told Kintra's parents that she was very sorry, and would they like her to find someone who could teach their daughter sign language? Kintra's parents nodded and thanked the nurse and once she had left, they turned to their daughter.

Kintra's mother wiped the tear that had indeed trickled down from Kintra's eye, brushing her daughter's cheek during the process as a loving gesture. Kintra's father had flown in from out of state once he had heard about the accident, and he sat there, holding his daughter's hand, brushing his thumb across the back of her hand as she stared at the ceiling.

Shock ran through Kintra's body, causing her whole person to become rigid as the car crash played over and over in her head like a movie put on REPEAT mode. She saw the crash, heard the sounds, felt the pain, and then, she fainted.

When she opened her eyes once more, her family was sitting in chairs around her bed, joined now by her grandparents. They all looked at her expectantly and she tried to smile. Her mom pushed back some of the hair in her daughter's face. "Are you feeling better?" she asked.

Kintra nodded and lifted her hand to rotate it from side to side, saying that she was okay, but she could be a whole lot better. Her mother nodded, and said something, but her words were lost on Kintra, because for the first time, she heard music playing somewhere outside her room. She listened closer, and she could distinctly hear it. A pattern had formed now, a sonata in her head. The crashes of cymbols, the bending of bows, and she could hear it all. She tilted her head to the side, listening harder now as she took comfort in the music. It seemed to be playing right to her heart.

"Kintra," her mom said again, worried. "Kinny?" Kintra's head snapped in her direction, and her eyes must've shown some question, because her mom handed her a tablet, digging through her purse to find a pen.

When Kintra's mom found the pen and handed it to her daughter, Kintra quickly wrote, "Do you hear that?"

She passed the tablet to her mom and waited for her to read it. "Hear what?" she asked. Everyone turned to look intently at Kintra as she made a motion with her hands, asking for the tablet back.

"Do you hear the music?" she wrote.

When her mother read the note, with her husband and other daughter reading over her shoulders, she looked up with a frown on her face. "What music?" she asked.

Kintra was still waiting for them to hear what she heard.