A/N: Jason is really OOC. But remember, this is supposed to be more like JB not C3. lol And there are some things in this chapter that I really had no idea about, so I had to just wing it. Sorry if I confused anyone. I don't know a whole lot about foster care.

Disclaimer: I only own Charlie. Sorta. haha

I sat in my bed and waited for Momma Dee to finish signing the release forms. There were several doctors hovering around her mumbling about things I couldn't hear. Jason was still sitting in the chair beside my bed. He was asleep when I woke up and has stayed that way for the past half our.

I reached over to the table on my left and clumsily grabbed for the remote. My two braced fingers did nothing but nudge the remote to the floor. It collided with the ground loudly and the batteries were sent in different directions. In an attempt to catch the gadget before it collision I jostled my broken ribs painfully, causing me to yell out in pain.

Jason jumped out of the chair he was in and looked around wildly.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I groaned. "Fine, I just dropped the remote."

"Oh," he sighed. "You could have woken me. I would have got it for you."

"I'll have to remember that," I said. The pain subsided and I watched as Jason walked around the bed and replaced the batteries. He handed it to me and returned to his seat. She watched as he slowly drifted back to sleep while sitting up. His chin tilted down and a few seconds latter dropped to his chest.

"Jason," I whispered. He didn't move. "Jason!"

He jumped up again. Then, after seeing nothing wrong, looked at me questioningly.

"What?"

"I didn't want you to get a crick in your neck," I answered sheepishly. I pushed the button on the side of the hospital bed and waited as the top half of my body slowly raised up. When I was almost sitting up straight I pulled the pillow from behind my head and threw it at him.

"I can't take your pillow," he said and tried to hand it back. I wouldn't touch it.

"Jason, take it," I said. "Besides, you look like you haven't slept in days."

"Thanks," he said sarcastically as turned his chair sideways. "You sure do know how to make a guy feel good about himself."

"It's my specialty," I said with a shrug. He tossed his legs over the side of the chair and put the pillow on the bed by my hand. He leaned back and closed his eyes. I watched silently as his breathing slowed. His mouth twitched every now and then and I couldn't help but giggle.

I studied his face as he slept. Every now and then he would get a tiny wrinkle in between his eyes that made me wonder about the dream he was having. I suddenly felt the urge to run my fingers through his hair, so I gently tugged on one of his dark curls. He turned his face towards me and murmured incoherently, but continued to sleep. I softly tangled my fingers in the mass of black. He murmured again, but this time instead of turning his head, he grabbed my hand. He pulled it to his face and used it to replace his pillow.

I laughed quietly at how adorable the action was and turned on my side. I fell asleep thinking about Jason's curls. When I woke up again, Jason was gone and my pillow was replaced.

I glanced around the room and saw discarded tissues filling the trash bin by the door. Momma Dee's here, I told myself. I listened carefully as the Jason introduced himself and explained the situation, and as Momma Dee asked questions with a shaky voice. I listened as he told her that it would be more informative to talk to the doctor about it.

"Momma Dee," I called out quietly. I knew she could hear me. She shuffled into the room and hugged me as tight as she could without hurting me. "I was so scared when they called me."

I let go of a single tear as the woman in front of me sobbed. After a few minutes a deep male voice could be heard from the doorway.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Bennett? May I please speak with you for a moment?" the doctor asked.

"Yes," she said. "I'll be right back darling."

I closed my eyes and was almost back to sleep when I heard footsteps enter the room. I peaked through my left eye and saw Jason sitting back down in his chair with a large cup in his hands that read Starbucks on the side. I watched as he blew into the lid and laughed when he winced after taking a drink.

"Too hot?" I asked.

"Just a tad," he laughed.

"You don't have to stay," I said. "Momma Dee is here, you can leave. You probably have better things to do."

"It's not really a big deal," he said with an amused tone.

"Well, if you're going to hang around you might as well make yourself useful," I told him. "Do you happen to know where my pants are?"

He laughed again and put down his coffee. He reached under the bed and grabbed a white plastic bag. "Your effects."

"Thank you," I replied.

I pulled my cell phone from the back pocket of my jeans and after flipping it open pushed the power button. I waited for it to power up and watched the television until I felt it vibrate in my hand. I looked at the screen and gasped. I heard Jason ask me what was wrong, but my eyes were locked on the picture in front of me.

The phone was pulled from my grasp, but I continued to stare at the empty space in my hands. I couldn't breathe. I could hear Jason call for someone out in the hall way, but it sounded very far away. My vision was becoming blurry and my hands began to shake.

The image from the LCD screen on my phone was burned into my brain. I blinked a few times trying, and failing, to erase the picture. Squeezing my eyes shut, I could see the photo perfectly clear.

It was me, lying on the cement in a parking lot between two cars. I was unconscious my arm was twisted at an odd angle. Along the bottom of the screen there were three words.

Three words that weren't going away anytime soon.

See You Soon.

Fin.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I'll try to update sooner. Specially since I just learned how to get on the computers at school. Tee hee. =D