Zach came bursting through my room door and straight into my arms.

"I'm here." He whispered into my ear.

"I'm so sorry." I sobbed into his shirt.

Zach was just holding me placing light kisses on my neck. My fists were clinging onto his shirt, which was now drenched with tears, for dear life.

"You have nothing to be sorry for sweetie."

I eventually cried myself to sleep in Zach's arms. I didn't dream of anything which was a change, a good change. When I woke up I felt restrained and warm while laying in complete darkness. It didn't take me long to realize that it was Zach's arms wrapped around my waist.

My throat felt dry and I saw a glass of water on the table by my bed. Zach looked so peaceful sleeping and I didn't want to wake him so I reached over to the table. It seemed out of reach so I dragged my legs as close as I could to the edge of the bed and leaned over again. That time I wasn't so lucky. While I was reaching for the cup my hand which was balancing me on the bed slipped and I fell over the edge.

I cried out in pain when I landed on my wrist. I heard the bed move signaling Zach waking up.

"Cammie?" His shadow cast over me in the dark room. He helped me up from the ground and back onto the bed, which was really awkward with my wrist in an extremely unreasonable amount of pain and my dead weight legs. "What happened?" He asked while wiping away my tears.

I was grasping in pain. "Fall...wrist...doctor...help." I felt light headed from the pain and lack of air. My whole right arm felt tingly and the feeling of numbness slowly took over.

He pushed the nurse's button and within the minute a nurse came through the door. "What happened here?" The nurse asked when he saw me in tears.

"I woke up and found her on the floor and I think she broke her wrist." Zach said with panic filling his voice.

I was put in a wheelchair and wheeled to the examination room. It turned out I sprained my wrist and popped out my shoulder.

Four weeks later Zach was taking my wheelchair out of the car and helping me into it. I hadn't spoken much to anyone since my fall. Rehab consisted of me building up enough strength to wheel myself around, once my wrist healed, and being able to get myself from something like a car or bed into my chair or shower.

Zach wheeled me into the house because my wrist wasn't fully healed and the doctor said not to strain it. Once we got to the room I was staying in he moved to pick me up by I held up my hand to stop him.

"I can do it myself. Can you just leave please?"

I had barely spoken to anyone or eaten anything for the past two weeks while I was living with Zach. After I fell off the bed reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I had missed a huge chunk of my life, I made the smartest boy in school dropout, my mom had to work extra hours to pay for the house and my hospital bills. Now I was going to inconvenience Zach and his family, his mom was overjoyed that I was awake and she had the chance to get to know me better and his dad didn't really care about anything happening.

"Cammie, dear. Can I come in?" I heard his mom voice from the other side of the door.

"One minute." I called back.

In two weeks it was the first visit I had gotten. I think everyone got the hint that I wanted to be alone but I didn't expect Zach to not talk to me. For the past two weeks I hadn't changed out of my pajamas except to shower and put new ones on. I pulled my hair out of its messy ponytail and ran my fingers through the knots, trying to make myself look presentable.

"Come in."

She came in with a plate of food which looked rather appetizing but I couldn't eat.

"Hey honey. We need to talk." She pulled up the chair from the desk to the side of the bed. "How are you feeling?" She asked.

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking. How are you?"

"I'm not so great and neither are you. How are you really feeling?" I dropped my head and looked at my hands. "You can talk to me, sweetie, about anything." We sat in silence for a little while longer. "Back in high school I had this friend who had a very complicated home life. Something happened but she wouldn't talk to any of us about it. Eventually she just stopped talking to us and then slowly slipped into depression. It's hard seeing someone you love hurt. It's worse when you see them fighting something that could have been avoided. "

"You don't understand Katherine. You will never understand how I feel-"

Katherine interrupted me. "I don't know how you feel but Zach does."

"No he doesn't." I whispered. "He hasn't even come to see me. I've let him down. I've wasted two months of his and my mom's time and money and your time and-" I sighed with the tears streaming down my cheeks. I could barely hear myself when I said, "It would have made everyone's lives easier if I just died in that crash."

"Cameron Ann Morgan, don't you ever say that again!" She sounded so much like my mom it was scary. "It wouldn't have been easier for anyone if you died. Zach experienced his first death when he was really young, those kids at school would never stop bullying him but you always stood up for him. Without you I don't know if he would be here today. As for Zach, he does know how you feel. Every time he comes to the door to try and talk to you he can hear you crying. The first time he came we left you guys to talk but when I came to check up on you I found him crying in front of your door. He does this every day, sometime we can't even move him."

I felt the guilt bubble in my stomach and a whole fresh set of tears make their way from my eyes. "I didn't know." I whispered. "I'm so sorry." I completely broke down then I heard her pull out her phone.

15 minutes later my mom was taking the place of Katherine of comforting me. When I eventually stopped crying I could feel my eyes were puffy and stinging. I also felt as if a huge weight was taken off my shoulders. I had finally opened up to someone and I felt so much better.

"Do you feel better princess?" My mom hadn't called me that since I was 5 and if I wasn't so dried out I would have let a few tears fall.

"I'm better." I hugged her closer than she was before, I didn't want anything to separate us.

"Then you have to eat something."

"I'm not hungry." I mumbled into her shirt.

"Come on sweetie." She pulled away from our embrace and brought over the plate of cold food. "You're going to take this food, heat it up and bring it back here." She instructed me.

"It would be easier for you to do it because you can walk and I can't."

"But you have to do things for yourself, now go."

When I rolled by the family room I saw Katherine talking to Zach, his eyes were red and his skin was a sickly white color. I felt horrible knowing that I did that to him. He cared about me more than anyone in the world and I had hurt him. I lowered my head and rolled the rest of the way to the kitchen. When I got there I saw Mr. Goode about to leave holding a cup of coffee.

"Cammie." She said surprised. "It's good to see you out of your room; I was starting to worry about you and Zach."

"It's nice to see you too Mr. Goode."

"I've already told you to call me Travis." The smile that had appeared on his face vanished when he looked over my head. I turned my chair to see Zach standing by the door.

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