"I couldn't let you die."
Kendall jerked his head up to see Anya's huge brown eyes looking back at him.
Anya tried to sit up, wincing as she did so. Kendall just stared at her in complete shock.
Anya gave up and lay back against the pillow.
"If Wayne had hit you, you would have died. I couldn't let that happen." Anya looked at Kendall, fear flashing in her eyes. "Are you mad at me?"
Her voice was beautiful. It was more...more childlike than Kendall ever would have imagined, but that made it all the sweeter. It was perfect.
"Mad at you?" Kendall repeated incredulously, "How could I ever be mad at you?"
Anya broke into a huge smile as she relaxed against the bed, her fear disappearing.
"How did you know I was going to die?" Kendall asked her, "I mean...what makes you think I would have?"
Anya shrugged.
"You just knew?"
Anya nodded.
"Who's Wayne?" Kendall asked.
"My stepfather," Anya answered shortly.
Kendall nodded .
There was a pause.
"Just think of it as my way of saying thank you," Anya suddenly said.
"Thank you? What for?" Kendall asked, confused.
"For everything," Anya said.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Kendall watched as Anya looked at the cast on her arm curiously.
"You broke your arm and a few of your ribs. Plus you got a nasty concussion," Kendall told her.
Anya took her finger and began to trace over the signatures on her arm in wonder. She saw Logan's, James', Carlos', Katie's...ah, there was Kendall's.
"We all signed your cast a few weeks ago, back when you first got it. Carlos was too impatient to wait for you to wake up so we all just signed with him."
Anya looked up at him questioningly.
"What day is it?" she asked.
"The 29th," Kendall replied.
Anya paled slightly.
"You were in a coma for 19 days," Kendall told her.
"Wow," Anya whispered so quietly that Kendall hardly heard her.
"It was scary," Kendall said softly, dropping his gaze to his lap.
The two sat in silence for a few moments until Kendall pulled his phone out of his pocket. He stared at if for a few moments.
"I have to tell the guys you're awake."
"I'm starting to get worried about Kendall," Logan said, pouring freshly popped popcorn into a bowl so that he could watch a movie with James and Carlos.
"Why?" asked Carlos, stuffing his face with a corndog.
"Have you seen him lately? He always looks exhausted and I don't think that he's been eating much of anything. All of this is taking its toll on him."
"Well, can you blame him? Anya's been in a coma for what, three weeks now? He's just worried." James paused to take a handful of popcorn. "We all are."
"Yeah, but—"
"Oh, stop worrying, Logan," Carlos said, popping Finding Nemo into the DVD player, "Something good's gonna happen today. I just know it."
"Good for you or good for all of us?" James asked, remembering the last time that Carlos had 'just known' that something good was going to happen. No one else found the sale on corndog to be very exciting.
"All of us, I think," Carlos said, pressing 'play,' "Now shhh. I don't want to miss anything."
"You've seen this movie 10,000 times. What does it matter—"
"Shhhh!"
Just then, Logan's phone rang.
"Aw, come on!" Carlos shouted in frustration, pausing the movie.
"Hello? Kendall?" Logan said into the phone as he retreated to the kitchen to get away from the noise. James and Carlos immediately perked up and followed him.
"She is? Really?"
James and Carlos looked at each other, trying to figure out what Logan was talking about.
Logan's eyes suddenly widened. "She did?" he asked incredulously.
Carlos began tapping his foot impatiently.
"Ok, we'll be there in fifteen minutes." Logan hung up the phone and looked at his friends.
"Anya's awake!"