As soon as they had all decided on a plan, the three teenagers immediately began to organise. Well, Mariana had began to organise. Brandon's creativity started and ended very suddenly with music and Jesus, while this had been going on, was only concerned about one thing and one thing only. Food. Or rather, the lack of food.

Mariana left the kitchen swiftly. She had decided that before the went any further, the most sensible thing to do would be to gather up all of their supplies. Running upstairs and straight into her room, the Latina had almost completely forgotten that her youngest brother was right there with her. She hadn't realised just how loud her booming footsteps had been or how the echoed through the house when her shoes made contact with the wooden floorboards. She had to stop herself from humming too when she noticed herself doing it, the top 40 hit slipping out unconsciously. It wasn't until she had heard the slight rustle of the duvet moving on Callie's bed that she stopped dead, noticing the sheets shift a little out of the corner of her eye.

Her head had whipped around almost painfully quickly. It was silent after that. There were no footsteps. No humming. No rustle. Mariana looked to the small lump that was resting on top of her sister's bed - her gazing lingering for longer than she intended. She didn't even know what she was supposed to say. Her mind couldn't think of the right words and nothing even attempted to escape past her parted lips. She didn't even know where to start.

As though nothing had happened at all, the teenager continued on her journey. Crouching down to her knees she quickly and quietly reached out, slipping a hand underneath her bed. She was trying not to disturb Jude - rummaging as much as she could and trying not to be noisy. Her little brother wouldn't even care. He didn't acknowledge her in the slightest.

Pulling out exactly what she had been looking for, Mariana looked down at the bright pink box. It lit up the room immediately with it's brightness, contrasting the dark atmosphere that had formed around the siblings. Mariana hated it. It made her feel sick - an awful nausea rising from deep down in her stomach. Callie would have hated it too, but only because the older girl hated the colour itself. She would love that they spent so much time making something special for her though.

Hoisting the large box up onto her bed, Mariana did her best not to let the thick pile of paper that rested on top fall onto the bedroom floor. She winced slightly at the weight, the edges of the box leaving imprints on her palms. If anything she was lucky that she had spent so much time with Lexi now, making bake sale posters and Homecoming tickets whenever they were needed. It all seemed so pointless now though, like it never really mattered. Callie was what mattered now. Mariana wasn't sure if arts and crafts was a blessing or a curse.

Grabbing onto her new-found supplies again, she couldn't help but stop at the door. She didn't want to leave.

"Jude..." Mariana's voice came out as barely more than a whisper. She had had to force the words out despite the protestations from her tongue. It felt swollen and thick in her mouth. She almost sounded scared. She wasn't scared. Clearing her throat slightly, she thought back to the speech that Brandon had given them only minutes earlier. Big sister mode. "We're all hurting right now, okay? This is hard for all of us. You can't just lie there and play the victim, it's not doing anyone any good. Not us, not you, not Callie. So you can stay up here and feel sorry for yourself or you can come back downstairs with me and help making an awesome 'welcome home' poster for our sister."

The covers rustled again momentarily. A small hand emerged slowly from underneath the duvet, pulling it back to unveil his red, tear soaked face. "Her pillow smells like her. I don't want to get up because it feels like she's never going to come back to me."

"She's going to come back Judicorn, she's getting better every minute," Mariana said, moving closer to him and taking a seat on the bed. She placed the box down carefully at her feet and leaned over, giving him a tight hug. "We're all going to be okay."

The younger boy sniffed a few more times. Mariana was sure that she was going to have snot all over the shoulder of her hoodie but for once she didn't even care. Letting go of him, the older girl offered a small smile and Jude returned it.

"I don't think that I could possibly be more proud of you at this very moment Love," Stef repeated, gushing down at her daughter on the bed. Callie smiled slightly at her words and looked over to her other mother. Lena's expression mimicked the blonde's exactly, their smiles identically wide. "You handled that very maturely."

"So you keep saying," the teenager laughed slightly.

"Mom's right Cal, you never fail to amaze us."

The younger girl didn't say anything at all this time. She felt sick to her stomach. Their smiles were making her nauseous. How could they be proud of her? She had just said all of those things to her father. Her father had said all of those things to her. Her mothers too. She knew that that this wasn't going to be an easy ride but she didn't recall signing up for the constant drama. If she had to put up with this non-stop while she recovered then Callie wasn't sure if she would be able to cope. If she recovered that is.

"I think I'm gonna-"

She could even finish her sentence in time before she felt it rising up her throat. It burned like hell. Tipping her head over the side of the bed to face the floor, the miniscule amount of whatever had filled her stomach emptied themselves onto the ground until she was left dry heaving. Even when there was nothing left to come out she couldn't stop. Her brain wouldn't listen.

"You're okay Love."

"I'll go grab the doctor."

The voices spoke at the same time. Callie could barely even tell the difference between them. They shared the same quietly anxious tone. The tone that her mothers tended to use when they didn't want her to know that they were both panicking. Their plan hadn't worked at all.

The blonde had begun to stroke her hair lightly, pulling it away from her eyes and her mouth. Her other hand rubbed the space between her shoulder blades gently in an attempt to provide any comfort she could. The teenager leaned back again, resting her head against the pillow and attempting to catch her breath. She was doing her best to ignore te pain shooting down her back with each inhale and exhale.

"Callie," the voice was different this time. It didn't share the worriedness of the two older woman. The doctor's voice was a welcome change but she couldn't bring herself to even open her eyes and look at him. "How are you feeling?"

"How do you think?"

"Hey!" Lena's attempt to scold her failed miserably. The doctor shook his head in reply.

"Don't worry about it. She's had a rough ride for the past couple of days. I'll let it slide," he said with a smile, moving over to check the teenager's vitals. His joking was comforting. "i think that it's all just been a little too much too soon for her. You have to try and take it easy for the next few days Callie, okay?"

"Is that it?" Lena questioned, wrapping a hand quickly around one of Callie's own and squeezing it lightly before continuing. "There's nothing wrong."

"Nothing. You're daughter is a fighter. She's going to get through all of this," he said with another small smile. "Just give it time. Until then I recommend that you maybe limit your visitors. Especially those who may cause a scene. And I'm going to give you something a little stronger for the pain. It might make you a little drowsy though."

"No," the teenager said suddenly. "I can deal with the pain. I can feel my feet. It's just a tiny bit but I don't want to lose it. Please."

Thanks for all of the reviews and feedback. It's incredibly encouraging when you know that people actually care about what you're writing. I was thinking about timeline etc and it may not match up with the precise timeline of the show but I guess that's the freedom fanfiction gives you. So for the sake of this story, the events that are happening on the show around the time of the trip are accurate to an extent. I'm setting this at Spring Break, so that as I wrote the kids worry about getting back to school. So the crash happened on the first Saturday and this is the next day.

Thanks for reading. I know that I'm flakey with uploading but I'm working on it!