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Look there guys. I added a cover picture. Most of you won't get what it's about yet. But it should be in the next chapter or so. As you can see, it's a teddy bear with some other stuffed animals around it (I went to a toy store particularly to shoot that picture so you better like it haha) And then there's the title and my penname and that's it.

The title for the first chapter was at first "Calvin" But I've changed it to "Chloe." And when we're a few chapters into the story, you're going to see the theme of the titles of the chapters more clearly. Or- if you've noticed on my profile I put different facts about my stories- since this story is new it's on the bottom and I put the fact about the titles there.

I'm sorry it took me a while to put up another chapter. I'm currently working on thirteen stories+ two oneshots which turned out to be a bit too many. Several of my stories are close to their endings so those are the ones I'm trying to work on the most right now so I can have them out of the world and concentrate more on the stories I'll have left- including this one.

In case you're wondering, yes- there is a chapter coming after all of these A/N's. But these are the stories that are about to get finished
-The one where rawr means I love you in dinosaur
-How far I'll go
-Unpretty hurts
-Dancing in the rain
-The little girl
-Stranger defended

But hey, guys. This page called polyvore, where I made different edits for characters for this story and for others- it's been taken down. No, I do not know why. And yes, it was the whole page and not only my account. And yes, it was without a warning. I have managed to download all my edits and everything. So I have them on my laptop and so also the edits I made for Calvin, Belinda, Olive and Max.

That's about how far I got before it was taken down.

Anyway, I have now put up an Instagram account. Where, among other things I have put up pictures of the cla's for the Geier's (Calvin, his sisters and their parents who will come into the story later) even though not the polyvore edits- I might upload them too if I need. Anyway, even though it is with the polyvore edits or other pictures- it's pictures linked to my fanfiction.

If you're interested in following it, the account is under the name of "Linneagbfanfiction"

Anyway, here's a list that follows of the cla's for this story. More might be added in future chapters if I need.

Calvin Geier- Lucas Jade Zumann
Olive Geier- Aubrey Miller
Belinda Geier- Alexa Nisenson
Lola Geier- Moira Kelly
Rowen Geier- Anthony Edwards

Max Crosby- Milo Manheim

Dr. Daniel Griffiths- Mark Williams (The actor, not the snooker player)

So, now, when the author's notes are finally finished for this time- here is the second chapter. Enjoy!

There was darkness, darkness all around. Silence- and of course, darkness and silence never hurt anyone.

"Chloe?"

Then suddenly a voice started breaking through into my reality and it all came back.

"Chloe?"

At first, the voice was blurry and dark and I couldn't recognize it as anyone's. Even though I had a feeling I knew it- and always had.

"Chloe?"

Then, all of a sudden it was back. Candi-Rose going on about the American, hot new guy in school. Him right there, Ryan in the middle, then Calvin and Max and then…

"Chloe. Please? Can you hear me?"

Ryan, of course. I'd recognize his voice among a million others.

"Chloe? If you can hear me then squeeze my hand."

I felt someone slipping something in between my fingers and my palm. Of course, soon enough I realized it was somebody else's fingers and hand, and that somebody else was Ryan I figured while I slowly got my own fingers to move and slightly squeeze them. Then, while I heard Ryan pull a deep, sort of relieved breath my eyes fluttered open and I looked right up on his worried expression.

Closer than all the other's faces where they stood in the stairs and all directions, with more or less distressed expressions and a few of them whispering back and forth with their friends, their staring made me uncomfortable. And trying to shut them out, I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the feeling of everybody's eyes following me, I would have wanted to sink through the floor and disappear with embarrassment.

"No, Chloe…" I heard Ryan's voice through the dark again. "No please. Stay with me. Chloe…"

I moaned slightly, my head was pounding and I would so gladly have closed my eyes and faded away again. But of course, that would have worried my brother. And he was going to be annoying enough, so I slightly opened my eyes and tried to nod to show I heard him.

"What happened?"

"You fell down the stairs. You were knocked unconscious," Ryan looked up at someone I couldn't see or hear and nodded. "We called for an ambulance. Just relax now, you're going to be fine."

"I don't need an ambulance." I moaned and tried to force away the weak, whimpering tone in my voice. "I just need to get away… Where's my chair?"

I tried to sit up but fell back towards the floor, my head pounding worse than ever when memories started flashing by. That new boy and his sisters, I heard him talking to Max Crosby, my vision had been blinded by tears and then I must have gone over the edge of the stairs…

"Where's my chair? I need it. I can get away."

I tried to sit up again, turned away from Ryan and threw myself upwards. In the same moment I turned my vision towards the stairs again and had to face all of the ones standing in the stairs, and on the floors on both sides, everybody wanting to get as close as possible to see.

What was there to see?

"Can't you all just go away? Just go away."

"She's right." Mr. Watson, the English teacher took a step through the crowd. "Get to your classes people. There's nothing to see here… Come on… Go to your classes and leave Miss Reeves some space. Go away, leave… I'll go show the paramedics in here… Go away. All of you. Now."

"I don't need paramedics." I mumbled. "I feel fine. Where's my chair? I need to get up."

"Well…. About your chair…" Ryan grimaced slightly and glanced down towards the stairs down towards the nearest floor. "It sort of… bumped towards the wall here, you fell out. And then it kept going down the stairs… Apparently… Wheelchairs aren't supposed to go down stairs like that because…"

"…It broke."

I finished the sentence for him when he seemed to have trouble finding the right words. Well maybe not exactly, he just wanted to spare me whatever trouble this caused. And I couldn't see from here where that chair had ended up so…

"Exactly how much did it break?"

Before Ryan had answered I heard another voice of someone coming up the stairs in a quick pace. I recognized this one way too well.

"Chloe?" Mike just came up the stairs and came and kneeled by me. "Are you okay? Jody called me." He gently grabbed my chin and turned my head, as if I wasn't able to do it myself, then pushed away my fringe so he could check the wound on my forehead. "Good thing the dumping ground is only two blocks away. We need to get you to the hospital."

"Candi-Rose called for an ambulance." Ryan looked out as if he was ready to see it coming up the school hallways. "I guess they're not here quite yet. I think she went to meet them up. But… Chloe's chair kind of kept on falling while Chloe had kind of stopped her. It's down there." Ryan pointed to the floor under us and around the corner. "And the last time I saw it, it looked in about a million of pieces. Maybe you could take it… them and put them in your car. Then I can come with Chloe in the ambulance and you can come after."

Ryan finished his talking, Mike nodded. Good thing Ryan could see clearly in stressful situations. And when a woman, dressed in a paramedics' uniform came up the stairs with a big bag in her hands Mike nodded.

"You're in good hands now Chloe. I'll go do that Ryan. Meet you at the hospital."

"Hello. You must be Chloe." The paramedic came kneeling by me. "Can you tell me where it hurts now and I'll sort it out. Maybe I can help you with it already before we go to the hospital." '

"Only my head?"

"Yeah. You've got quite a cut here. I'll tape it now. They might want to put a stitch or two at the hospital. Is it only your head?" She glanced me up and down stopping at my knee. "I think your leg might be broken. Does it hurt?"

I rolled my eyes, so they didn't know yet. I should have guessed. But if I said I couldn't feel my legs they'd probably freak and think I hurt my back now. Instead of thirteen years ago so I had to choose carefully for my words.

"Does it hurt? Your legs or anything else but your head?"

"I haven't felt my foot or anything else below my waist since I was two."

The woman frowned, Ryan explained to her how I had fallen out a window and broken my back. She nodded and then looked up when another paramedic and Mr. Watson came carrying on a stretcher up the ramps and through the hallway- I was officially more embarrassed than ever before and why couldn't people just stop staring?

"Well then Chloe." The male paramedic started… "Get up here."

I was rarely bothered about being stuck in a wheelchair. That sort of happened when something happens when you're two years old and you can't have done something for as long as you can remember. I was, in simple explained- used to it.

But in that moment I, more than ever would have given anything to be able to stand up and walk away.

"Well then. My name's Alex, I will be coming with you in the back of the ambulance. And this is Sam and he'll be driving us. You're in safe hands and you've got nothing to be afraid of…. Come on." Alex quickly explained my situation to Sam, he grabbed me under my armpits and Alex by my legs and lifted me onto the stretcher. "You just lean back. We've got this blow- up- pillow- like- thing down in the ambulance. We are supposed to put it around your leg to stabilize it right away. Before you move. But since you can't feel it anyway… I will put it on, while we're moving towards the hospital." Alex took the edge by my head and the handles behind my back. "I'm guessing you're not exactly enjoying everybody staring at you like this. Am I right?"

I didn't answer verbally, only sighed deeply, leaned my head back and closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see whatever was left of my wheelchair by the stairs or anybody else staring at me.

If I could only have gone an hour back in time, never talked to that Calvin-guy, if I could only go back a bit less and not heard him talking to Max Crosby. It shouldn't have come as no surprise Calvin Geier was ashamed of even having spoken to me anyway.

"Hey, Chloe. Don't fall asleep now." Alex shouted for me just as she and Henry lifted me into the back of the ambulance. "I understand you're tired but no falling asleep until we can tell if you've got a concussion or not. Because if so there are rules we have to follow for your safety. And now… Can you tell me about yourself?" I could see as Ryan got into the shotgun seat in the ambulance and Alex came after me into the back. "Do you know your birthday?"

"Do you know what year it is?"

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Do you know your birthday?"

"Do you know your birthday?"

After being checked if I could tell my birthday for the fiftieth time I wanted to shout it so loud the whole hospital, no- the whole town, no, the whole world could hear it. If I only didn't have to answer it again.

And despite that I did everything they asked while they sent me to the emergency room, to X-ray, back to the emergency room, to my own room instead of the hallway when they realized I might have to stay for a bit. I bit my lip as soon as someone new came in, and hoped that Ryan or Mike weren't too distressed about everything they heard.

They would remember more of it afterwards than I did. I barely knew what had happened five minutes ago. Except I knew I had been asked if I knew my birthday. And at last, lying on a bed in my own room in the apartment behind the emergency room to stay. Another doctor, with tousled grey hair and glasses came into the room. I was pretty sure I hadn't seen him before.

It was kind of hard to know when he didn't even tell me, Mike or Ryan his name before he put up X-ray pictures on a light board and then came over to me just as I spoke to Mike.

"So… isn't there anything, any way that my wheelchair can be fixed."

"Nope." Mike shook his head and his eyes looked sad. "I'm sorry kiddo. It's in pieces. We'll have to find another chair for you."

"For the moment- and one which will be more suitable to hold your leg up until it's healed like it should be, you'll get to borrow one from the hospital. You can buy it, but a wheelchair of that kind is heavy and clumsy and big and really not the most comfortable in any way at all. Then you probably want to get your own again. One of those more modern things that are lightweight and in bright colors and stuff like that. Maybe one of those on electricity so you can just drive around with a joystick on the arm support. I'm a doctor, I'm old and I don't get new things like that. But I think that up on physiotherapy they have some catalogues with different chairs and stuff like that. You're not supposed to do anything that will take a lot of concentration like reading. But a magazine should be fine. I can go get one of those for you if you want."

"Yeah sure. There's not much else to do here anyway?" The doctor left for a moment and came back with a bunch of magazines. I took one and I really had had no idea that there were wheelchairs with its metal details in rainbow's all colors and all weird kinds of decorations and lights to put on the wheels.

"I think Candi-Rose would be willing to end up in a wheelchair only to have this one." I pointed to a big decoration that looked like a pink butterfly. But there's no point with this. How am I going to be able to even afford the simplest of chair from those."

I closed the magazine and threw it on the bedside table. I did have a complaint about all of those wheelchairs- shouldn't they find a way to make them affordable for anybody else than a millionaire?

"Don't worry about that Chloe." Mike leaned back with a sigh and then stood up. "What are the news doc?" The door suddenly opened and the doctor came in with the X ray pictures that he put on the light board and turned it on and came to push the rolling bed I laid on closer to be able to show me too.

"Here's your knee." The doctor pointed to the X ray-pictures. "And it's hurt. It's broken here, and the knee cap that should be here is now here." He pointed a few more times. "Now, even though you can't feel it. We need this to heal properly. Because if it heals in the wrong position. And it would hurt even though you can't feel it now- then what happens if someone finds a surgery that can fix your spine? Because even though that would seem impossible medical science moves forward every day. Then you would end up with instead not feeling anything, with pain in your knee for the rest of your life."

I couldn't help but to glare back at the doctor. How much would comments like these crush them who had only just hurt themselves and ended up in wheelchairs? Those who couldn't accept this was their lives now and wanted to search every little possibility only to find ones who wouldn't work for them…

"I have just kind of accepted this is my life. It's been for as long as I can remember. I'd suggest you don't bring impossibilities like those up to anyone of those who haven't. It might hurt them."

Ryan was standing right behind and to the side of the doctor. And I could see him glaring at the back of the doctor's head. Ryan was more sensitive than anyone when it came to me being in a wheelchair. And it wouldn't have surprised me if he had punched the doctor in the face or something when he raised from standing bent over my leg and continued.

I couldn't help but to send my brother a stern look where he stood, tense and with his arms over his chest. It really wouldn't have surprised me if he had started causing more trouble right now and if there was something we didn't need…

"Well, never say never. Yeah? Nowadays we can do things in medical care of all kinds. That only a few years ago seemed impossible. Now." The doctor started fingering with the bandages around my knee again. "Obviously, since you can't feel it. We don't have to give you any pain relief and wait for it to work. I'll bring a nurse in here so we'll try and push that knee cap back in its place. Then we're keeping you here over night. And we'll shoot some new X-ray's in the morning. And then we'll take it from there and see if we'll keep you here for the rest of the weekend. Then, until that break is all healed you'll have to come back a couple of times a week and we'll shoot some new X-rays. Unless there are any problems you won't have to stay for more than what it will take until the pictures are back. But like I said before, since you can't feel it. It's very important that we'll be able to see and notice and fix it if something is healing in the wrong way and position. Because then we'll need to sort that out."

I couldn't find any words. The doctor for the moment was plain stupid.

Staying in that hospital through the afternoon and evening everything felt stupid. The feeling of wanting to get up onto my feet and just leave was back and stronger than ever. My head wasn't hurting as much as it had before but it was as if it was put on a low pace and for whatever anyone said around me I had to take a break and play it on replay a couple of times before I got what they said.

And everybody, including Ryan and Mike treated me as if I was a baby or as if I was stupid. A "is there anything?" I can get you or "I have to sort this out" there or a "does it hurt here?" when for the billionth time someone asked me if I felt my leg.

Then a flashlight shining right into my eyes, putting a cast around my leg and someone had to pop that damn knee-cap back into its place. And then for the billionth time I DID NOT FEEL IT.

I spent the evening wanting to scream out loud at the top of my lungs. Anything just as long as someone would hear me and listen to me. I just wanted to run, stand up, go home. Pull my quilt over my head and then not ever see broad daylight again.

"Keep away from blinking and flashing through the next week." I had spent the last thousand years or so at the hospital when someone finally bothered to tell me what I could do. "Blinking such as TV, computer games. Keep away from things that need a lot of focusing, so no reading and the homework can wait until you're back in school. Take the coming week off and rest, take it easy. No sports and no stress. You should be fine. But when you've left, come back into the ER if you get a very bad headache, if you can't keep anything down, can't memorize things in the slightest. It's just common sense really. And I think you've got some friends to make sure you stick to the rules even if you don't want to." The doctor glanced up at Ryan and Mike. "But of course, this is about you. What do you think about all of this? Any questions?"

As quickly as my concussed mind could I went through what the doctor had told me. Then sighing and when I realized it was too slow I repeated out loud. And first then seemed to get that this was going to make some changes, even though only temporarily.

"So no TV, or computer. My cellphone was smashed to pieces in the fall and so was the wheelchair so I can't get around. And then you tell me I have to take time off school, because I have to stay away from things that will take a lot of concentration like reading or homework. What on earth am I supposed to do and spend my time with during the days? Flying?"

The doctor gave a forced, dry laugh at my irony, smiled comfortingly at me but had a distressed look in his eyes- this was the same look I was used to getting at anyone who was so distressed but afraid of hurting me. As if it wasn't enough how hurt I was physically for the rest of my life- I knew that look.

"I'm sure you'll be able to think of something. Hmm… Audio books maybe? The ones read out loud on a CD or a tape?"

"A tape?"

"Yeah. Sorry. I forgot how young you are. But you could probably find those through the Internet or certain phone apps to download them. In my time we used tapes. If you have a player for them I have some old ones that I think you could have…" The doctor looked back at Mike. "Anne of the green gables, Anne Frank's diary and… yeah. I think that's it really."

"I think we have an old cassette player stored up in the attic. I can go find it when I come back to Ashdene Ridge later. Did you read any of those books Chloe?" I shook my head. "I think you'd like them. It would be great if you could bring those audio books with you. And I think that I and Ryan will have to go back now, wow the hours flew by. Tomorrow's Saturday Chloe, weekend. We'll be back then."

When Mike got up and took his jacket Ryan didn't move from my side, Ryan seemed to sense what Ryan was thinking and weighed his head to the side sending him a stern look.

Talking still without a word Ryan looked at me, then raised an eyebrow at Mike. Mike shook his head but Ryan didn't seem happy. In fact an angry expression faded over his face and he still didn't move from the chair next to me.

"Can't I stay? Only tonight?"

And Mike was not too happy with the way Ryan talked back to him.

"Sorry kiddo. You know the rules."

"But Chloe's my sister."

"I know that Ryan. You know I do. But boys and girls aren't allowed to share rooms back at the dumping ground. And you are not allowed to stay here all night. Now come on, I just talked to May-Li. There are leftovers from dinner that we can heat up and have before it's time for bed."

"Don't talk to me like I was a baby."

"Guys!" I interrupted them and sternly held up both of my hands. "Just go. Both of you. I can't stand listening to the two of you or to anybody else for that matter. I'll see you tomorrow."

For a couple of seconds I just waited for them both to leave. I had meant what I said, I couldn't stand hearing them or anyone else right now. My head was pounding, my whole body, or well, what I could feel of it was sore after tumbling down the stairs. I just wanted to sleep.

"Well then kiddo." Mike rubbed my head slightly and I glared back at him. As if I didn't know that was the secret move for feeling if I had a temperature. "No worries tonight. The staff here will take care of everything. You've got that…"

"…red button. If I press it an alarm will go off in the hallway and someone will be here and ask me if there's anything I need or want. It's fine Mike. I've got it all now." Mike nodded and looked up on Ryan. "You too Ryan. I mean it. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Well. I finally got the chance to think when the two left and left me alone. Why wouldn't I be fine? I only tumbled down a set of stairs, hit my head and broke my leg that I can't feel anyway. I have a concussion and the chair I have spent every single day in for years is smashed into pieces. Besides. The only guy I ever thought I might like…

I shook my head and fought everything about that new boy away. I had only spoken to him once, earlier today. And what did I care if he sounded as if he was ashamed of it or not?

I surely didn't care about Calvin Geier. Nope, not a bit. Of course not.

Then while I laid down and listened to all the regular sounds of a hospital a memory flashed by. Then another one, and another one. Memories of another time in another hospital. Feeling so unbelievably tiny in a big bed. Lights outside the room door, sounds of people running back and forth in the hallway, an alarm going off somewhere and a baby's screaming in a room down the hallway.

Then of course, just like the last time when I hadn't really gotten used to or understood that I'd never feel my legs or anything below my waist again. How on earth was it possible for me to feel so uncomfortable when I couldn't even feel half of my body?

"Hey." The doctor was suddenly right in my room again. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you'll get much sleeping done tonight. Thankfully I won't be the one to come and wake you up. That's a part of my job that I hate- my shift is over now and I'm going home… That boy that was in here earlier…"

"Do you mean Ryan?"

"Yeah. Was that… is Ryan your brother?"

I nodded, with the millionth deep sigh for today I pulled the covers up to my chin and stared up into the ceiling. The doctor noticed I wasn't sleeping through and kept talking.

"I'll bring those audio books when I come around in the morning. I hope that Michael Milligan finds a tape player so you can listen to them. God my daughter must have listened to them so many times they were spurting out of her ears…"

Still mumbling about something to himself the doctor left my room again and left me feeling a hundred times lonelier than what I had ten minutes ago. Wishing that that doctor had just left without telling me about it. Wishing that everybody could just leave me alone- really.

"Oh and by the way." The doctor was suddenly leaning through the door again. "If there is anything in certain and you want to ask for me. The name is Griffiths. Daniel Griffiths."

Dr. Griffiths let go of the door and disappeared again. I fought the tears away when I laid down- last time I had cried I had gone down the school's stairs and while of course there were no stairs for me to fall down now. I didn't want to cry again.

But I sure did wish that my brother could have stayed here with me tonight.

Random fact

I don't know why I always add all of those long medical things when I write something like this. Maybe it's kind of boring and I'm so afraid that I'll get something wrong. And still I add it like with the doctor telling Chloe was to do or not and I just… wow! Don't you guys find it boring really? I know I don't because I was always interested in the human body and what happens during illnesses and injuries and stuff like that. But what do you think? Should I find another way to write such scenes and not go into so much detail?

One more- the doctor mentioned having Anne of the Green Gables and Anne Frank's diary on tape. I had them, especially that first I must have listened to a million, seven hundred and forty two times.