Hey guys! This chapter is short, and I am in a rush posting it, so it's not done properly. I apologize! This will be the only chapter that is posted this way!

Chase's Dream

"No! Leo, I'm joking!" I explain.

Leo laughs nervously, "I knew that..."

I sigh, "Tell him to put Bree down."

"Adam! Chase said to put Bree down. He was joking."

"Then who am I supposed to throw?" I hear Adam asks.

I face pal "Throw Leo!" I can hear Bree's higher itched voice yell. "No!" Leo protests.

Listening to my siblings argue, I loose focus on my driving. When I focus back on the road, there's a deer right in front of me.

"Crap!" I y to swerve out of the way to avoid hitting it and I hit a puddle causing me to loose control.

I go into a ditch, and get thrown out the window.

I hit a tree, and I feel my spine snap in an unnatural position.

I hit the ground hard.

End Dream

I jolt awake with beads of sweat on my forehead. Is that what happened?

I would ask my family, but none of them actually saw the crash.

Carl, one of the witnesses, said he didn't see the whole thing, but the other man that was there saw whole thing.

The only problem is, we don't know who the other man was.

Carl said the other witness took off as the ambulance was pulling in.

I sigh, my body still shaking from my dream. I've been trying to put on a brave front when I'm around my family. I don't want them babying me or thinking that I'm incapable of taking care of myself.

But, in reality...I'm terrified! As if the paralyzation wasn't bad enough, Doctor Shellings wants to send me to New York.

I hope the therapist knows what he's doing. If this doesn't work, I may never go on another mission!

I sigh again, as a few tears fall down my face. Needless to say, I did not sleep the rest of the night.

Donald's P.O.V.

I sigh, sitting down on my bed and placing my head in my hands.

"What I gonna do?" I say to myself. Before I say anything else I get down on my knees.

"God...I need you. Chase needs you! Lord, please heal him! This could ruin his life forever!" I cry into the sheets on my bed.

"I don't know what to do! I can't help him! I've always been able to take care of them with medicine, or some sort of technological thing! When he was little I could always cure his injuries with a hug and a kiss. And even now that he's older, I can make him feel better. But...I can't this time. And that terrifies me."

"Lord," I say quietly, "It's in your hands."

Sighing, I climb into bed, set my alarm, and do my best to fall asleep.

Unidentified P.O.V.

I sigh to myself, tossing and turning on my bed. I haven't slept since I found Chase.

I really want to see them and apologize for everything. I don't think they'd forgive me.

I know they're going to New York tomorrow. Maybe I can find them there...