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A/N: I be updating again?! Man, I am on a roll, aren't I? :) Hehehe. So, this chapter starts some serious drama... enjoy!

Chapter Ten:

Jeff Hardy rushed to the side of the fallen Coral, finding her unconscious. He let out a string of profanities, unsure what to do. He was never more glad to see his older brother and Shannon running towards him. "Call for help!" he yelled. "She's unconscious!"

Shannon's eyes widened to saucers at the sight of his younger sister. She looked so mangled on the ground. "What the fuck happened? All I heard was a crash."

"She just… took off before I could stop her. Did some crazy jump and burned."

Shannon began to pace, muttering about how the ghost of his father was going to 'haunt' him for this. Jeff sighed, as Matt dialed for an ambulance. Slowly, her brushed the mangled hair out of her face, keeping one hand on her neck for her pulse. Luckily, it was strong, but it didn't mean she didn't sustain any serious injuries.

"She's one crazy fuck," Matt muttered, kneeling down beside her. "What possessed her to do that?"

"I don't know," Jeff admitted, pushing aside the anger he felt for his brother. "I was just trying to talk to her and for the first time ever, she just ran off and basically gave me the cold shoulder too. I don't get it."

Matt nodded in agreement. "Definitely weird."

"Where is the ambulance?" Shannon whined from beside him. "Shit, man! My sister needs help, she's fucking bleeding."

"Shannon," Jeff tried quietly. "You need to calm down. It's not heavy bleeding and as far as I'm concerned at the moment, it's the least of our worries. You just need—"

"Do not tell me what I need!" Shannon bellowed back, stamping a foot on the ground like a child in a temper tantrum. "That is my sister you are sitting next to and I'm responsible for her safety. I don't know for sure, but I damn well can bet my life on the fact that I was a part of this!" The angry and sorrow in his voice leaked through every pore of the blonde haired North Carolinian. His eyes were bleeding pain and both the Hardys could tell he wished he could help his sister then. "I know she was acting like a bitch… but she didn't deserve this."

"I know," Jeff replied. "But you need to calm down; screaming isn't going to solve anything."

Just as Shannon went to reply, the sound of sirens began to overcome the distance. Matt stood, prepared to meet them. Looking at the mangled body of the younger Moore was getting to him.

"Tell them to hurry," Jeff instructed. "I don't think she should lie here much longer. The ground is cold."

Shannon looked on as medics loaded Coral onto the ambulance, terrified for his sister and what this accident would say about him as a guardian. Would they take her away and stick her in foster care? He couldn't have that. He knew, whatever it took, he would be there for his sister from that day on, no matter how difficult she wanted to be. For some reason, as she was put inside the big white van, he knew this was what he needed, wanted, and had to do.

-

About twenty minutes later, Shannon, Matt, Jeff, and Beth sat in the waiting room, waiting to hear on Coral's condition. Since arriving they had heard nothing, which all considered not good nor bad news. They could only hope that the injuries Coral received were minor.

"This is all my fault," Shannon moaned quietly. "If I hadn't been such an asshole to her, she wouldn't have run off last night."

"It's no one's fault," Jeff countered. "She doesn't want to be here, hate to say. And I believe she's willing to do anything to leave."

"Are you saying that the jump might not have been an accident, that she purposely wiped out?" Beth asked quietly, looking at Jeff with wide eyes.

Jeff shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past her."

"Fuck," Shannon moaned, slamming his hands to his head. As he got up to pace though, a doctor came out.

"Those here for Coral Moore?" he asked.

Shannon nearly collided into the man as he raced up, being slowly followed by Matt, Jeff, and Beth. "Hi," the doctor said, "My name is Dr. Philip Pell and I have just looked over Coral… I am glad to say other than some bruising and cuts, she is perfectly fine. After looking at your report of the accident, I must say I'm very surprised. Why was she riding with no helmet?"

Shannon squirmed. "She was sort of… rebelling, I guess, doctor…"

The doctor nodded. "I see. Well, the blow seemed to knock her out, but as soon as she wakes we'll just make sure nothing else is wrong that we may of missed, yet other than that, she's free to go. This could be truly considered a miracle." Dr. Pell smiled widely. "You can visit her now, if you wish. Just tell the security you're Coral's family and he'll let you behind the doors."

All thanked him and rushed toward the ER rooms. After being let behind the doors by security, they found her room, seeing her lying motionless on the white bed. Many of her cuts and scrapes were cleaned and bandaged, as well as one of the largest gashes on her head.

Shannon shook his head. "What was she thinking?"

"Good question," Matt agreed. "She's very lucky."

Jeff sighed, sitting down nearest her bed, taking her limp hand. "I may just have to kill her myself when she wakes up."

As he said that, her hand tightened around his and slowly her eyes opened. "Why do you want to kill me?" Coral asked weakly, looking around her. At the sight of the others, she scowled.

"I don't know," Shannon replied before Jeff could. "Maybe for nearly killing yourself! Do you know how—?"

As Shannon's voice rose, Jeff cut him off. "What Shannon means is: what were you thinking? Going on the motorcross ramp without a helmet can be dangerous enough, let alone when your upset," Jeff said gently. "You're lucky you didn't get hurt worse."

Even Coral had to grimace. "I have a really bad headache," she admitted.

The younger Hardy boy cracked a small smile, glad to see her functioning somewhat normally. He had given them all quite the scare. "That doesn't surprise me, Coral."

"I want to go home," she said quietly, not looking Shannon in the eye. Jeff and the others had to wonder what she meant by "home" whether it meant North Carolina "home" or her actual home back in Georgia.

Everyone sat in silence as they considered this, until Dr. Pell came in, a wide smile on his face. "I see Coral has awoken! Good afternoon, Ms. Moore. I'm Dr. Pell and I just need to run a few more tests on you to make sure you're okay. Is that alright?"

Coral shrugged, not answering.

"It's fine," Shannon said for her, almost forgetting the promise he made himself back at the Hardy's household. Why did she have to be such a bitch?

The doctor left and came back in with a wheelchair, a nurse at his side, and then they took off, leaving the others in the room. "She's such—"

"I know," Matt replied to Jeff's starting sentence.

"But—"

"This is going to be a very tough time period," Beth observed. "She only will deal with Jeff and she hates you Shannon. Matt… well, I don't know and obviously, she isn't too fond of me either."

"Obviously," Shannon muttered. "We've been over this. Our problem now is how do we keep her from losing her mind or blowing a fuse while keeping ourselves sane?"

"Find her a boyfriend?" Matt suggested.

It went silent, and then Jeff grinned. "You know, that's actually not a bad idea, big brother."

Matt shrugged, grinning himself. "I get 'em."

Beth rolled her eyes. "How do you morons suppose you do that?"

Shannon nodded. "Yeah!"

"We'll figure something out," Jeff nodded. "Or maybe at least get her a friend. Somehow, she's gotta find a reason not to hate this place in it's entirety."

Only, the thing Jeff didn't realize, she already had.

-

Later that night, Coral lied on the couch, a can of soda to her right. She was watching Degrassi, ignoring Shannon's stares. Ever since leaving the hospital, she hadn't spoken at all. All through hand gestures and expressions she had gotten to what she wanted and pleasantly given Shannon the "I hate you" thing perfectly.

As Degrassi cut to a commercial break, Coral sighed. She got up slowly, her body aching from the accident. Shannon was quick to get up. "I can get you whatever you need," he said quickly, somehow hoping she'd take his offer. Coral only rolled her eyes and slowly walked toward the bathroom, ignoring Shannon's pitiful gaze.

When she was finished, Shannon was still waiting. "Go away," she muttered, continuing to ignore him.

"No," Shannon said firmly. "Tell me why you hate me."

"That could be a while."

"I have time."

She scowled, turning away, but Shannon grasped her arm. "Let go of me," she growled, slapping at him.

"No," Shannon snapped back. "Look, this isn't easy for me, which you seem to forget. Why can't you fucking just try to get along with me? I'm trying here. Every time—"

"I said let go of me," she yelled, shoving him with all her might. He staggered, but did not fall. Shannon, too, was surprised as she moved slowly toward the stairs and climbed them.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know… leave me alone!" Coral snapped again.

Shannon sighed, deciding to agree to her words.

Upstairs, Coral climbed into Shannon's bed. It smelled like him, but it was the only room that had a door, other than her room – which smelled terribly of paint fumes. Then, she pulled out her cell phone, a crumbled piece of paper and dialed the number. It rang twice before the alluring voice answered.

"What happened?" the person sighed.

Coral sniffled. "I need to find someone."

Jeff Hardy was surprised. "Who?"

"My ex-boyfriend."

"Why?" Jeff asked quietly.

"I just need to. Can you come pick me up, please?"

"Coral, it's nearly two in the morning," he whispered. She noticed his voice was sleep-lagged and she could hear Beth talking in the background.

"I don't care," she pleaded. "Please."

There was some soft murmuring, and then Jeff answered, "Alright, I'm on my way. Be ready and please… don't make Shannon lose his mind before I get there?"

"Fine," Coral complied. "Just hurry."

A/N: Oooh, the mystery. What will happen? Read and review and update I shall. :)