A/N: Okay. First of all, big huge props to Ad3n for feeding me ideas of where to go with this story. I was completely stuck and it was amazing that someone came through and helped cure my writer's block. The next few chapters have all been sprouted from the help she gave me, so if you like them, tell her thank you!

Also, thank you to PerhapsDL4SG for checking up on me every so often and making sure I was still alive hahaha

You two are the best. Thank you so much for all the kindness ever since the beginning!

Sorry for the time skip again. It had to happen but don't worry. You haven't missed anything.

Speaking of the time line, I totally lost track again. I should really write this stuff down from now on but let's just say it has been about 3 weeks since the accident.

-3 Days Later-

Ever since Alex missed Mitchie's first brief moment of consciousness, she vowed not to leave the hospital bedside until she could hear her girlfriend's voice for herself.

The 4-day Thanksgiving weekend was coming up, so Alex decided only to go to school that Monday and Tuesday. She took Wednesday off and spent the day with Mitchie. Being 18, Alex no longer needed her parents' permission to skip a day.

Alex loved coming in on days where it would just be her and Mitchie. She loved Mitchie's parents and Harper of course, but since the accident, she rarely had much alone time. Now that Mitchie was in a more stable, improving condition, Connie and Steve felt more comfortable trying to revert back to their normal routines, which meant being at work for a longer amount of time each day.

It was a chilly morning around 11:00 when Alex walked into Mitchie's room, where she was met by Dr. Schwartz.

"Morning, Alex." He smiled.

"Hey, Doc." Alex strolled into the room and saw that Mitchie was sleeping so she closed the door quietly behind her.

Schwartz pulling his latex gloves off and was about to dispose of them when Alex saw that there was a small coat of red on the finger tips.

"Is everything all right with Mitchie?" She asked with wide eyes.

"What?" Dr. Schwartz was unaware of Alex's observation, "Oh!" he realized what she meant, 'Yes, everything is fine with Mitchie. Last time her parents were here, we discussed giving her different feeding tube method because it looks like it might be a while until she'd be able to feed herself. We talked about several methods, and the one that seemed most compatible with Mitchie was a gastric feeding tube. Instead of nutrients going down her esophagus, they'll go straight into her lower intestine. It's a minor bedside surgical procedure, which explains the blood, and this tube will last longer than the nasal one. I was just finishing the insertion. I'll be leaving once I clean the incision I made. If you want to talk to her, she's awake but slightly sedated. She can hear you though and it should wear off in about a half hour or so."

Dr. Schwartz wiped around an area on Mitchie's abdomen and gave Alex a nod before crossing the room and exiting.

As if by reflex, Alex pulled up a chair, and held Mitchie's hand.

"Hey..." She hesitated. As many times as she's been alone with her girlfriend over the past 3 weeks, it was still bizarre talking to someone, knowing that the person can hear you but not respond.

"It's Thanksgiving tomorrow...I wasn't sure if you knew that already, but it is...I got our parents to agree to bring Thanksgiving here, so the Russos and the Torres' will all be together with you. Harper's gonna be with Jeremy but she said she'd call. I don't know if you'd be able to eat the food, but it should still be an awesome holiday."

Alex proceeded to talk through a solid 45 minutes about whatever popped into her head. She was sure Mitchie might have been sick of hearing her ramblings.

"...and it took Jeremy like, 2 hours to get the pizza sauce off of his pants." Alex chuckled, recalling a lunch incident from the previous day.

She was taken aback when she heard a faint second voice and a loud, curt, exhale coming from...Mitchie's bed?

Was that a...laugh?, Alex thought to herself.

"...sauuuze." Mitchie slurred with a hint of a very small smile at her mouth.

Her eyes slowly blinked open, only this time, Alex was almost certain this wasn't just another short wave of consciousness. No, Mitchie was actually looking at her, eyes half-lidded, but they weren't closing.

"Al...lex..." she breathed, "...habbin? (what happened?)" Mitchie's words came out in tired whispers.

Alex immediately felt her eyes begin to water and her throat develop a lump – only a happy one this time. She was at a complete loss for words.

"I-uh...What-Let me get a doctor." Alex stood up, frazzled and began to turn around. She was stopped in her tracks when a subtle grip was felt around her hand. Looking down she came to realize that her fingers were still linked with Mitchie's. Mitchie's grip was almost pathetic and Alex could have easily slipped her hand out of it, but she couldn't bring herself to break the contact.

"S...S-tay...with...m...e...just...a cooouple...minutesss."

Alex sighed her nerves away so that her voice wouldn't break the second she said anything.

"Of course." She smiled.

Mitchie slowly turned her head to the right side, facing Alex, and looked around the room. She saw the table across the room filled with flowers and the wall behind it had Harper and Alex's banner taped onto it.

"Where...am I?" She knitted her eyebrows, the scar above her right one shifted with them.

"You're...at Tribeca Medical Center, the...hospital..." Alex's voice wavered. She was unsure of what she was able to tell Mitchie and what she should leave to the doctor.

"W-why?" If Mitchie's face could look any more confused, it just did.

"I think the best person to talk to you would be the doctor. Please let me get him? I'll be back in less than a minute, I promise." Alex pleaded. She was trying to savor the moment to her best ability, but Mitchie was asking questions that Alex wasn't at liberty to answer.

Mitchie slowly nodded and loosened her hold on Alex's hand. Alex leaned down and kissed Mitchie's cheek.

"I'll be right back." She whispered.

Alex left the room and ran towards Dr. Schwartz's office.

Mitchie stayed put, unmoving and slightly terrified from not knowing where she was.

What the hell happened?

Just so there's no confusion, that last line was not really Mitchie's inner thought. Mentally, she's not all there yet, but that is the main idea of what she's thinking. Basically it is what she's thinking but in more coherent terms.

Sorry if there are any mistakes. I just couldn't wait to get this out because I felt so bad.

Thanks for reading and I'm sorry it's so short, but I think I'm coming out of my slump so hopefully, there should be some more chapters coming up. They'll be short also, but that should mean they'll come more often than they have lately...I hope. I can't promise anything other than the fact that I will finish this.