A/N: Time for the next chapter… there was really no need for any author's notes here was there?

Oh well… :)

Chapter 3

The rest of the journey to the hospital was silent, save for the ambulance siren, the beeping of the life support machine that Drake was attached to, and the quiet sobs of his little sister, Megan.

Drake could faintly hear what was going on, he wasn't unconscious… anymore. But he still couldn't open his eyes or make a sound. He could hear Megan whispering her apologies in his ear.

What could she be apologizing for? Drake thought to himself.

Suddenly, the ambulance hit a slight bump in the road. Drake seethed, before realizing that he just made a noise.

Megan's head snapped to look at Drake. She just heard him, she was sure of it. She leant over the railing of the stretcher and looked into his eyes as they slowly opened.

As Drake opened his eyes, everything was blurry, he could see someone's face above him. But he didn't need his complete vision to know who it was.

Megan smiled at him now that he was awake. She hugged him tightly, trying to avoid his wounds.

Under normal circumstances, Drake would have pushed his little sister away. But not this time, this time she was there for him. She was showing him that she did care about him after all. And he was going to savor this moment. So he attempted to hug her back.

His left arm was trapped underneath Megan but he managed to pull his right arm over her back and squeeze her as tight as he could.

She put her head down on his shoulder. She didn't care if she got blood in it, that would wash out. What wouldn't wash out is the guilt that she was feeling about putting her brother in this situation.

She started to cry again.

"There, there," Drake said hoarsely "don't cry."

He was trying to comfort her, but all he seemed to succeed in doing was making her cry even more.

"You'll get my shirt wet!" he whispered with mock annoyance.

Megan lifted her head up to look at him. She smiled, staring into his dark brown eyes. Even now, when he was on a stretcher, in the back of and ambulance, bleeding everywhere… he was still trying to make her laugh.

She gave him a little peck on the cheek, before pulling away to sit back in her seat.

Drake was shocked at what just happened; his demonic little sister, who he was sure hated him up until now, just gave him a kiss.

"You've got a little something there." Drake said smiling, rubbing his chin to indicate where the blood was on her face.

"You're one to talk!" she laughed, wiping away the blood from her face.

For the first time since it happened, Drake looked down his body to inspect the damage. He was covered in blood but there wasn't much more he could see.

"He ruined my favorite t-shirt." Drake said solemnly.

Megan's smile faltered. She remembered who did this to him… Randy Carter.

She also remembered that it was her fault that Randy was there, and it was in-directly her fault that Drake got stabbed.

Her eyes welled up again. She knew that she'd have to tell Drake eventually that it was her who asked Randy to attack him. Though she also knew that she didn't tell Randy to stab her brother, but that was irrelevant; Drake would probably still blame her, and he had every right to do so.

"Drake…?" Megan started.

Drake looked away from his t-shirt to his sister.

"At lunch today, I broke into your locker and found your journal. I saw what you'd written about Randy Carter so I went to find him, I found him round the back of the cafeteria. I paid him to jump out and scare you after school when you were walking to your car,"

Tears started to roll down Megan's face.

"I… I didn't know he was going to… *sniff* to stab you!"

She couldn't stop herself now. Her tears dripped from her chin to the floor of the ambulance.

"I'm so sorry Drake, I'm so so sorry!" she sobbed.

Drake didn't know what to say. He just frowned, before closing his eyes and turning his head away from Megan.

"Drake?" Megan pleaded.

No answer.

Megan sat there and cried to herself. She knew that he didn't want to speak to her right now, so pestering him wouldn't be a good idea.

"We're here," the driver broke in, "let's get this kid inside ASAP!"

The driver and his passenger got out of the front of the ambulance and made their way round to the back. The paramedic that was in the back with them had heard everything that Megan had said.

He was shocked to hear what she had done but he sympathized with her, he could tell she didn't mean to get her brother stabbed. He knew because of the way they acted before she told her brother what she had done; they were very close.

But the paramedic also understood Drake's reaction. It would be hard to forgive someone who got you stabbed, even if it was not what they meant to happen.

The paramedic sighed and stood up as his colleagues opened the back doors to the ambulance. They slid Drake out of the ambulance. The driver and passenger wheeled him quickly but carefully into the hospital.

The paramedic then turned to Megan, as he started to escort her towards the hospital.

"So did you see what happened?" he asked her.

Megan nodded her head. She stared at the ground as they walked through the doors to the hospital.

"Then you're going to have to give a witness statement when the police get here." The paramedic said.

Megan's head shot up. Her eyes grew, threatening to burst out of her head.

"And you have to tell them everything," he said quietly, "even your part."

Megan looked at him, barely managing to hold herself together. She felt sick again. She would have to tell them what she did, it was her fault that Drake was in the hospital and now the police would know it too.

And what about mom and Walter? What would they think of her? Not only is their son in hospital, but it was their daughter who put him there.

"Take a seat," the paramedic said, "the police will be here shortly.

Megan sat down on the cold hard seats that were fixed to the wall of the waiting area. She looked around to see flawless white walls, and then, in the middle of the waiting area, were the people with injuries. Most of them covered in bright red blood.

The red contrasted with the white, making the blood stand out to Megan. She remembered her brother's bloodied body, lying on the stretcher.

She regretted everything she'd done that day… and it made her feel sick.

A/N: Ok, some cute parts there, mixed with a sprinkling of angst makes one hell of a Drake and Megan cocktail. :)

I'm doing it again… I'm telling you about my challenge… and I don't care if you're starting to get annoyed with me keeping saying it, because I'm annoyed with you not taking it.

That was not aimed at anyone in particular… just the general public.

Only one other person except from me has actually posted a Drake and Megan fic recently and I've had someone else say they will soon… But the rest of you haven't, so do it NOW!

R&R :)