Sorry for not updating in a while, I've been extremely busy and I know you are probably tired of hearing that excuse. Sorry. Here's the next chapter, hope you like it!


"Troy!" I yelled after my brother.

"What do you want, Tristany?" Troy yelled.

I was outside running after my brother and his girlfriend on the slippery wet sidewalk.

"Mom told me to tell you to be back by-" I slipped on the pavement and fell right on the curb.

Every bone and fiber in my body began to hurt and sting. I couldn't move, breathe, or think. Well, the only thing I could think was that I broke something and that I was going to die.

"Tristany!" Gabriella screamed.

I heard footsteps coming towards me as I closed my eyes and blacked out. The next thing I remember was being in a hospital bed.

"Tristany!" Troy looked at me. "You're awake!"

"She's awake," Mom sighed in relief.

"Don't ever do that again," Dad said. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry dad," I smiled weakly. " What's wrong with me? Why does my neck hurt?"

"Well," Troy started. " Since you landed on the curb you dislocated your shoulder and landed your spine hard, that's probably why you're neck hurts. But the doctor said that there's no permanent damage. They're letting you out tomorrow and they said not to let you get out of bed until then."

"We're gonna go home," Dad said. "Let's go Troy."

"No, dad," Troy said. " I'm staying here with my little sister tonight, she needs me."

"Okay," Dad shrugged and him and mom left.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"It's all my fault, this whole incident," Troy sat in a chair near my bed. "I feel responsible, if I hadn't have been so mean to you, maybe you wouldn't have ended up in here. You know?"

"In Chad's words," I smiled. "I think you're trippin'. It's not all your fault, I should've been more careful. I mean, if anything, it's my fault."

"I'm sorry," Troy wouldn't stop. "I'm a horrible big brother."

"Oh stop it," I shook my head. "You need to stop blaming yourself. Have those drama classes been teaching you to be a drama king?"

He laughed a little and looked at me with pain in his eyes.

"Troy, I mean it."

"I know."

"Well, then stop it."

"This whole thing just seems completely-"

"Surreal?"

"Yeah," Troy nodded. "I mean, I look at you in this hospital and it reminds me of when you were born."

"Here it comes." I rolled my eyes.

"No seriously," Troy said. "You seem so helpless, then and now. If there's anything I can do to help you, just yell."

"Well, there is one thing," I said. "Can you get a nurse or you can just do it yourself, can you change my bedpan?"

And that was the day I started using Troy. I know I'm wrong, but he said anything!


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