Lance POV

Cammie just left. Awkward. Zach is still here.

"So..." I began. "What year are you in?"

"I'm a junior. You?" Zach said.

I laughed. "Way past. Jason here and I are in college. I'm in my third year, while he's in his second. Grant and Cams are the same as you though."

"Great, well I guess I'll see you guys around…" Zach said, as he was about to leave.

"Cammie? Cams? CAM!? I heard Jason yelling frantically. I began to worry. Zach stopped dead in his tracks. And Grant had the same expression I had on. What had happened to Cammie?

I looked in Cammie's direction and saw that she was sitting on the doorsteps of our opened house, her foot was bleeding. I cringed. She was biting her lower lip. She only does that when it hurts really badly and she doesn't want the pain to show. We all ran toward Cam, even Zach. "What happened Cams?" I asked.

"Nothing" She said, quickly. "There was just a whole bunch of glass on the floor and I didn't look where I was going so I slipped and…yea, but I'm fine!" She started to sway. I guess it was because of the blood loss.

"Yea right! Oh Camster, come here" I said taking her in my arms. I pulled her pants slightly up and realized her legs had cuts too. And she was falling unconscious. Bandages! That's what we need! "Jace, get bandages or something to wrap her with."

Jason looked at me with worried eyes. "Yea…Uhhh, we forgot to get those at the store. I'll go pick it up right now."

"Ugh! But the store is fifteen minutes away!" I yelled. "Jeez, we don't have anything and our sister is bleeding to death!"

I noticed Zach was gone. I wonder where. Oh well.

Grant looked really worried. "Let's bring her to the bedroom. I'll get towels and stuff to try to get the blood stop spilling."

"Good idea" I said. With that I carefully made my way through the glass, careful not to step on or slip on any. Jason was already sweeping the pieces away.

I carried Cams to her bed and wrapped towels around the blood. Grant brought water and with more towels we both cleaned off the blood.

"Hey, anybody in here?" I heard a voice say.

"Yeah! Come in." I said.

"Here, I hurried to the story and got these. The lady at the pharmacy said it might help" Zach said, worry etched in his features. He started opening a couple of pharmacy-certified cloths that we could wrap around her. He handed them to me and I started to take off the towels and put the wraps on.

"Thanks bro. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to Cammie." I said once we were finished.

"No problem. I kind of figured you guys couldn't live without her."

"Yea. That's a definite no."

Cammie started to stir. "Well, it looks like she's starting to wake up. I'll go downstairs and see if I can help Jason and Grant make something because I don't think Cam can go out for pizza with her leg like that." I nodded. I like this Zach guy.

Zach's POV

While Cammie and Lance were upstairs, the guys and I started setting up ingredients. We agreed on making pizza at home.

"You guys definitely care about Cammie" I said breaking the silence.

"Yup. It has always been that way ever since she was born. She's our only sister so, we get pretty protective of her." Jason said.

"So she's spoiled?" I asked. She didn't seem spoiled at all but it didn't hurt to ask.

"Well, if you look at it one way. But I wouldn't call it spoiled." Jason said.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Our father died when she was seven and since Cammie was really close to him, she took it the hardest. Cam was truly our father's princess. People say that kids are loved equally? Sure, my dad loved us all a lot but, Cammie? He loved her more than anything. And Mom is never really around so, she doesn't get the love she needs from her parents. All she really has are us." Jason replied. I noticed that his a flash of sympathy passed over his eyes when he mentioned that Cammie took her father's death the hardest.

"Oh I—"I started before being interrupted with Cammie walking down the stairs.

"HEY! You guys are trying to bake without me!? You guys are terrible at baking!" She yelled as she was trying to walk down the stairs. She looked very well cleaned up. She had on a loose t shirt that matched her bright hazel eyes and some jeans. Her bandages were well hidden, except for the ones on her feet so you couldn't tell anything was wrong. Nevertheless….she looked fresh, like nothing had ever gone wrong in her life.

"Yeah, suuure. We're the ones who can't bake. It certainly isn't you because burning an entire apple pie does not qualify as being terrible at baking." Grant said sarcastically. But I could still tell that he felt relived Cammie was okay.

Cammie glared at Grant and muttered something under her breath along the lines of such a douchebag. "That was ony because I didn't know the oven wasn't supposed to be 450 degrees! Jeez! Its not like the entire house burned down!"

"Oh right! Sorry. Only the kitchen burned down" Grant said rolling his eyes. He took one look at his sister and could tell she was struggling trying to come downstairs, wincing with each step. He raced towards her and so did I. I couldn't let her fall.

"I don't need your help!" Cammie said swatting us away.

"Yea. Suuure you don't Princess" I smirked at her.

"Let me go! I can come down myself!"

With that I just carried Cammie all the way down.