Here's chapter 4. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. I didn't really know where this story was going, but I decided to do a chapter in Riley's POV. This chapter is a lot of narration and not very much dialogue since Riley is unconscious while most of this is happening. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it. Thank you again for all of the amazing reviews!

Riley's POV

Maya and I were walking to school. We were talking and laughing, just being kids. Suddenly, a truck was barreling toward Maya at full speed without any chance of stopping. I screamed for her to get out of the way, but she didn't react. It all happened so fast, I couldn't tell you how I got in front of that truck. I remember the sound of tires screeching, people screaming and yelling, and watching Maya fall onto the pavement not 3 feet from me. Then everything went black. I have a vivid memory of being lifted into the ambulance and an oxygen mask being put over my nose and mouth. There was a paramedic that noticed I had momentarily gained consciousness.

"Hang on, sweetie. You're going to be okay." She had a very soft, soothing voice, but she didn't reassure me of anything. I thought I was going to die in that ambulance. I couldn't move my neck much because of a brace around it, but I could turn it just enough to meet the paramedics' eyes. It was like she could read my mind or something. I needed to know that Maya was okay.

"Your friend is fine. She is in the other ambulance being checked out."

Thank God. Maya's okay. The ambulance started moving and then I blacked out again.

Hours later, I was laying in a hospital bed after having several operations and being poked and prodded with tons of needles. There were doctors whispering out in the hall and I could swear I heard Lucas' voice. Then the door opened and my parents walked in. My mom was crying and my dad was talking to me. I could hear the shakiness in his voice. He had just been crying too. I felt really bad that I was putting my family through this. I had only ever seen my dad cry once before. Last year at his great aunt Flora's funeral.

Suddenly, I started shaking and I couldn't hear anything. Doctors came rushing in and shooed my parents out. They put a machine to my chest and shocked me. I cannot explain how painful that was. They finally got me to stop seizing and I heard more whispering outside. The doctor was talking to my parents about what caused my seizure. The only thing I had to hear was that I had to have another surgery that could make things a whole lot worse. The doctor said something that I couldn't make out and then I heard a loud thud.

"Topanga!" that was my dad. Had my mom just fainted?

My mom and dad had a conversation after that and they said they were going to Maya's room to go update my friends on my condition. I hoped that they wouldn't tell Maya about my seizure. I know that Maya blames herself for this. I overheard Farkle and Lucas talking earlier. It's kind of amazing how much you pick up on when you're in a coma. I fell asleep after that and the next thing I knew, I was being prepped for that surgery my parents were talking about. I felt myself lifted off of the bed and onto the operating table. I thought about what the doctor had said. This surgery could make me worse or even kill me. I'm not going to lie. I was terrified of what might happen, but I couldn't tell anyone that. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't tell my parents that I love them or tell my friends that everything would be okay. If I died, the last memory my parents would have to hold on to is of me having a seizure and watching me go through that. Maya's last memory would be from the accident. Lucas and Farkle's would be at Topanga's yesterday after school. I couldn't leave them like that. I needed to make it through this surgery so that they don't have to lose me. And so I don't have to lose them. I didn't really know how everybody would react to hearing this. I wondered how Lucas and Farkle were handling all of this. I wanted to see them more than anything. I wanted to hug them and let them know that I was okay and that they didn't have to worry about me. It made me so angry that the doctors wouldn't let them see me until after the surgery, but I didn't have a choice. I just hoped and prayed that I would see them again. The anesthesia mask was put over my face and I fell unconscious for the fourth time that day.

This is kind of all over the place, but I thought that's how Riley would be thinking. I will try to update as soon as I can. Thank you for reading!