A/N: Thank you so much for your amazing reviews! You all are amazing. Really.
THIS CHAPTER IS ALL FILLER. It's also pretty much all about Mitchie's mom, Connie. You don't need to read it, but if you do read it, thank you. It means a lot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock.
In the ambulance...
While one paramedic raced the ambulance to the hospital, the other was in the back, tending to Mitchie.
"Mitchie, my name is Rick. I'm going to perform some quick exams. First, I need you to do your best to follow my finger with your eye."
Rick drew a large 'H' in the air with his index finger, hoping Mitchie would be able to focus in on it. Unfortunately, she wasn't. Rick sighed and moved on to check the rest of Mitchie's vital signs.
Minutes later, the ambulance pulled up to the hospital and Mitchie was rushed in on they gurney.
Connie Torres was sitting in her office, getting ready to pack up her things and finally go home for the night. She hadn't been able to make it to as many of Mitchie's soccer games as she'd like because of work, but she was always proud of her daughter, nonetheless.
Just as she was about to lock her door, Connie' heard her desk phone start to ring.
"Ugh, not now." She said, walking back into her office. She planned on checking who was calling and then letting it go to voice mail unless it was her boss or some other important person.
Connie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion when the caller I.D. read 'Tribeca Med. Ctr.'
She slowly picked up the phone and brought it to her ear.
"Hello?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yes, am I speaking with Connie Torres?" A woman spoke into the phone.
"You are. How can I help you?"
"I'm sorry to inform you that your daughter, Mitchie, has been brought into our emergency room. She's being tended to for head trauma following a sports accident." The voice on the other side sounded so insincere. As if she were telling Connie something trivial like informing her that she left the lights on in her car.
Connie's heart dropped and a lump formed in her throat. She felt like she had just swallowed an entire walnut and a single tear rolled down her left cheek.
"...Miss Torres?"
"Yeah, sorry. Hi. I'll be right over." She said as she hung up the phone, not even giving the other woman a chance to say 'bye'.
Rushing out the door, Connie composed herself enough to be able to drive the moderate distance to the hospital.
She had just gotten off the phone with her husband, Steve, and agreed to meet him at the hospital.
About halfway there, in the midst of trying to figure out exactly what the vague details the woman from the hospital gave her, Connie thought of Alex- about how Alex was at the game and probably saw everything, how scared Alex must have been (probably as scared as Connie was).
Connie turned the blue-tooth car phone on and gave it the voice command to call Alex. With the Torres' and the Russos becoming so close thanks to their daughters, everyone had everyone else's phone numbers.
"C-Connie?" Alex answered, crying.
"Alex, honey? Where are you?"
"I'm at the hospital. H-Harper and I got here after Mitchie but they won't say anything until a parent arrives." She rushed out before another sob could escape.
"I'm on my way right now and Steve just left work. Is Harper still with you? Could you put her on the phone?"
Alex passed Harper the phone and leaned forward in her chair with her face buried in her hands.
"Hi, Connie." Harper said calmly. She was just as worried about Mitchie as Alex, but knew that she had to stay strong for her best friend.
"Hey, Harper- Has Alex contacted her mom yet?"
"Not yet. She's really shaken up. I'm surprised she was even able to answer her phone."
"Harper, did you see what happened at the game? The woman on the phone just said that there was some sort of accident." Connie asked. She really wanted to know, but a small part of her was scared to death of all the possibilities that ran through her mind.
"I didn't see what happened. Neither did Alex but the nurse and the referee of the game said that she was kicked in the face and then the back of her head smashed into the goal post. She didn't wake up for like, 5 minutes and when she did, she was just kinda staring off into space. I'm not really sure what that means, though." Harper explained, much to Connie's dismay.
"Oh, god. Okay, I'm going to call Alex's mom and I'll meet you guys inside in 5 minutes."
"Bye, Connie." Harper returned Alex's phone and rested her head on her friend's shoulder.
Connie had just parked her car and dialed Theresa Russo's phone number.
"Hey, Connie! How are ya'?" She asked cheerfully, not yet knowing about the current situation.
"Not well. There was an accident during the game."
Theresa instantly became serious.
"What happened? Are the girls all right?" She asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, Alex is fine. Physically, at least."
"What about Mitchie?"
The lump formed once again in Connie's throat. Only this time, she couldn't hold it back. Connie let out a heartbreaking sob. Her entire body started to shake and she put her hand on her chest in some kind of attempt to slow her increased heart rate.
"...Mitchie's in the emergency room. They're treating her for head trauma. She was unconscious for five minutes." Never in her life, had Connie experienced so much trouble saying one group of phrases.
Theresa gave Connie a sympathetic sigh.
"Oh, honey...I'm so sorry...Is there anything I can do? Do you need anything?"
"I just wanted to let you know that Alex and Harper are at the hospital. I'm about to go inside and meet them."
"I'll be there too. Give me a 20 minutes."
"Thank you so much Theresa. I'll see you soon." Connie sniffled, slowly pulling herself together. She got out of her car and timidly made her way up to the doors of the hospital.
Again, I'm sorry that this is all filler. Also for the length (or lack thereof). I just wanted to get something up again. Thank you for reading!
