Bianca POV

I was scared. Scared of losing Drew, scared of Anson, scared of Mrs. Torres and what she'd say to me. After being checked by the E.R. Doctors who determined I was fine as I'd pointed out before, I was sent to the family waiting room in the ICU. The Torres's were already there completely ignoring me. I couldn't even look at Mrs. Torres. My cheeks and eyes were red and puffy from crying I found an empty seat in the tiny room and closed my eyes. I felt someone staring at me I realized it was Mrs. Torres.

"What happened?" she asked me quietly and showing no emotion. I noticed she wasn't crying she didn't even seem upset.

"I had this old boyfriend…he was abusive which is why I dumped him. Lately he's been trying to get in touch with me and I've been ignoring him. After Drew and I left the mall we'd stopped at the Dot for hot chocolate. We took them to go, rather than going out through the front we took the back way, through the alley. My ex and his buddies were there waiting for us I guess. I don't know how they knew I was there but they started a fight with Drew. I tried to stop them, didn't seem to do much good.. they beat Drew to the point he passed out. I hadn't realized it but my ex he….he…had a gun, before I could do anything he shot Drew." My explanation created a whole new round of tears.

"I'm so sorry this is all my fault," I choked out barely recognizable. I waited for Mrs. Torres to burst…scream…anything…but she didn't. Instead she came over and sat next to me.

"This wasn't your fault, Bianca none of this… from how much Drew talks about you around the house he really likes you, I can't blame you for something this horrible. " she said quietly. This woman obviously had no idea about my history.

A doctor in mint green scrubs came out of the O.R.

"We've determined that he's in a coma, he has a fractured skull, 4 broken ribs, major bruising, broken nose, and a shattered leg. These were some pretty traumatic injuries so his body needs time to recover, it could be days, weeks, months even before he wakes up. A nurse will take you to him in a few minutes," he added before leaving the room.

I sobbed tearless sobs.

"I'll wait here I'm not quite ready to see him," I said quietly as Mrs. Torres looked at me expecting me to follow them to the room.

"I need some time to think," I said quietly. After a few minutes a detective came I told her everything I knew about what'd happened. I was alone again eventually. I went to Drew's room his family had gone home by now. I had no plans for tomorrow so I decided to spend the night. It was the least I could do. I opened the door to his room and stepped inside. This boy didn't look like Drew but it was.

Pulling a chair close to his bed I held his hand and talked to him. Apologizing, reminiscing , just talking if as if he could hear me, I hoped he could. Around 11 I started falling asleep. Leaning back in the chair I put my head against the wall and I slept hoping that tomorrow I'd have him back to talk with.