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Author's Note: WOW! I got 63 reviews? That's awesome! I hope you like this chapter. I'm just saying that if i get grounded, I'm blaming you guys. (I've been banned from my cellphone and the computer) But, it's worth it. I hope you enjoy it.

Jayden's Pov

I arrived at the hospital in exactly ten minutes. After I got the call from Breanne, I quickly got Leah and Carlos and asked them to help me call everybody else. Now, we're going up the elevator, we consisting of Mama Knight, Katie, Kelsey, Logan, Camille, James, Carlos, Leah, Gustavo, and Kelly. To say it was crowded would be an understatement, we were downright squished. With a ding! the elevator opened. I quickly rushed out and ran towards Breanne who was pacing in front of a room.

"Bree!" I yelled. Her head snapped over to look at me so fast; I wouldn't be surprised if it was sore in the morning.

"Jayden!" she yelled, running towards me with tears sliding down her face. I instantly felt tears pool in my own eyes as she collapsed into my arms. I could just barely make out what she was saying through her sobs: 'God, I'm so sorry. It was my entire fault. If I would've stayed at the party, this wouldn't be happening.'

"Shhh, Bree, it's alright. It's not your fault. It's no one's fault. Don't blame yourself; it could've happened to anybody. Please, don't blame yourself," I whispered through my tears.

"W-what do y-you mean'd-don't blame m-myself'? It was my f-fault!"

"No," I said, my voice colder than I wanted it to come out. "It's not your fault and you know it. Kendall wouldn't want you to feel this way," I whispered.

Breanne pulled away from me and examined my face, as I did her. Her beautiful gold locks were in complete disarray, her face was red from crying, her eyes were shining with tears, and her face, arms, and legs were covered in bandages. My eyes widened as I took in the long gash that was stitched up on her shoulder.

"Breanne, what happened?" I asked, my voice choking up.

"The glass from the windows got me. Don't worry, the small ones won't scar. As for the large one, I'm not sure. This is nothing compared to what happened to," Breanne cut herself off before she said his name. She was visibly struggling to get the word out. Luckily, the doctor chose that moment to come out of Kendall's room. Mama Knight rushed over to him before he could even shut the door.

"Is he gonna be alright?" She asked. The doctor sighed.

"It's hard to tell. His body is recovering quickly. But, he's not waking up. If he doesn't wake up in the next week, well," the doctor paused, letting the words hang in the air. He didn't have to say it, we all knew what would happen. (A/N: I really don't know much about hospitals and dying, so if this doesn't make sense, I totally made it up.)

"What happened to him?" Katie asked, her face buried in Carlos' side.

"The car accident left him with two broken ribs, a broken leg, a fractured arm, and numerous stitches. I waited for a few seconds to see if Carlos would make a joke, like he usually did in bad situations, but he didn't. This was way too serious for him to look on the bright side. Sadly, I wanted him to say it. I wanted him to tell us how everything would be okay, and to 'look on the bright side'. I needed that comfort, everybody did.

"C-can we see him?" Breanne asked.

"I don't think it would do much good."

"Please?"

"Fine," the doctor sighed. At that moment, everybody tried to get in the room at the same time. "Wait! Family only!" This time, only Katie, Mama Knight, Logan, Carlos, and James went in. Breanne continued to pace back in forth for another half hour. Eventually, everybody came out, and her pacing ceased.

"Well?" she asked.

"He's not waking up," Mama Knight said before bursting into tears.

"We think that Breanne should stay the night with Kendall," James said.

"What? Why me?"

"Just because," Carlos said. With that, he grabbed Breanne's arm and dragged her into the room. After two minutes, we were all leaving the building. I was walking a little bit behind everybody else; nobody seemed to notice. Nobody, but James. When he saw that I was lacking behind, he stopped and waited for me. When I was close enough, he pulled me into a hug.

"Why Kendall? He's probably the nicest guy on the planet, and he ends up in the hospital? Why is the world so unfair?" I asked as I hugged him back. He shushed me, and rubbed soothing circles into my back. Being in James' arms made me feel safe. I almost forgot about everything that happened in the past hour, almost. When I stopped crying, he pulled back to look at me.

"I don't know why it happened to Kendall. Maybe it was Fate's way of getting Bree and him together. Maybe, it was so that you would actually talk to me. Maybe," he said. I looked up into his hazel eyes, getting lost them.

"Will you drive me home? I don't think I could do it myself," I asked. He smiled and grabbed my hand before heading towards my car.

Breanne's Pov

(five hours later)

I sat in the hospital chair watching Kendall sleep. If it was any other time, I would probably tell myself how stalker-ish that sounded. But, I didn't care right now. Kendall was in the hospital because of me. He had called a cab to come pick me up because of me. He had bought hockey tickets because of me, because I told him I loved hockey. This whole thing was my fault.

I bit back the tears as I grabbed Kendall's hand. Please, God. Don't let him die, I thought. I imagined Katie and Mama Knight's faces as they left Kendall's room. I had wondered why they had looked so horror-stricken, now, I knew. He looked so broken, so innocent. He looked nothing like the famous teenager I had fallen in love with, he looked like the boy who hid in his shadow. Wait, did I just say I was in love with Kendall? I guess I did. I guess I am. I knew there was a reason I wasn't happy with Taylor anymore. Taylor and I dated on our own freewill, later, when our agents saw how much publicity we were getting, we had to do it. There was no option.

"I love you Kendall," I whispered before I started sobbing. Why did I have to realize that I loved him after he was hit by a car? Was this some bad cliché, or what?

"I-I l-love you too, Bree," I heard someone say. My head snapped up to see Kendall's eyes open. My eyes widened as I saw him give me one of his half smiles, the ones that always makes my heart melt.

"Kendall!" I yelled as I jumped to my feet and pulled him into a hug. He hissed and pain, and i jumped back. "I am so sorry! I kind of forgot," I whispered.

"S'okay. What happened. Why am I in the hospital?"

"We were in a car accident."

"What?" he said, trying, but failing, to sit up straight. "Are you okay? Man, of course you aren't okay! Look at you. Does it hurt? Are you in pain?" I laughed as Kendall tried to inspect me from him prison of a bed. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because, you're the one who's in the hospital bed, and you're wondering if I'm okay. Everybody's been worrying that you wouldn't make it, and you're worrying about me? You're ridiculous." We were quiet for awhile. I could feel his eyes on me as I stared at my feet. The guilt was starting to consume me again, making the tears come back.

"Hey," Kendall whispered. I didn't look up. "Breanne, look at me. Please," he said. The way he said my name made it impossible to not do what he asked. I tore my eyes from my shoes and slowly met his gaze. "This isn't your fault, go it?" I nodded. "Good," he said, scooting over in his bed. "Now, come sleep with me. You must be exhausted."

"N-no, Kendall. I don't think that's a good idea," I said.

"Well I think it's a great idea. Now get in." I sighed in defeat and obeyed. Taking off my shoes, I slowly slid in, careful to avoid his left leg which was broken. When i was under the covers, he wrapped his left arm around my waste and pulled me closer.

"Much better," he whispered before giving me a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Yeah. Much better," I agreed.

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