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Chapter Twelve:

The look on my dad's face doesn't look to good. I am preparing myself for bad news. I don't know what is going on. "So what did Chad say?" I ask.
"Well," He says. "Chris woke up."

"Really?" I ask. "Can we go see him?"
"Not right now, doctors are running some tests on his brain." He says.
"When can we go?" I ask.
"Chad said that probably in about an hour or so he should be done." He says. "But there's a chance he won't remember you."

"But of course, he'll remember me." I say.
"I don't know, with brain injuries things happen." He says. "I just didn't want you to be hurt."
"I understand." I say. "So are we going to go home?"
"Yeah, I have one more things to take care of, and then that is it." He says. "I do have a game tonight, and so do your brothers, but if you want to go to the hospital, I can drop you off, and come back later and pick you up." "I kind of want to go to the game." I say.
"Really?" He asks. "I thought that you would want to be with Chris." "I do, but I can see him after the game." I say. "I have three brothers that want me to come to their game." "That was a very sweet thing of you to do." He says. "I am almost done here, and I think that your mom is going to their game. I'm sure that she could take you by the hospital, if not she can drop you off here and I'll take you."

"Thanks." I say. "It's no problem." He says. "I see Chris as a son, and I want to make sure he's alright."

"Well, you are his godfather." I say.
"True." He says. He then finishes up his work and we leave and go home. Mom is at home, she is working on some paper work. Dad walks over to her and says. "Gabby, you're working too much, I don't want you getting stressed out."

"I'm fine." She says. "It's not that much, and it needs to be done for a case tomorrow morning."
"Just don't over work yourself." He says.
"I won't." She says. "I'm almost done." She then finishes the form quickly. "So are you going to the boy's game?" He asks.
"Yes, and you have a game that you are coaching tonight, right?" She asks.
"Yeah." He says. "I would rather go to their game, but at least I am not nearly as busy as I was last season."
"That's true." She says. She then looks at me and says "Jess, do you want to come with me?"
"Yeah, and after could we stop by the hospital to check on Chris?" I ask.
"Yeah, that should be fine." She says. "How's he doing?"
"He finally woke up from a coma." Dad says.
"That's good." She says. "Let's hope that he's alright." "Yeah me too." I say with a smile. "Well, I need to change, and I need to be back at the school soon." Dad says. He then goes to change his clothes. "So you're alright, right?" She asks.

"I guess." I say. "I just want to know that he's alright."

"I understand." She says. "You really do love him, don't you?"
"Yeah." I say. "He makes me feel special."

"Well, are you ready to go?" She asks.
"Yeah." I say. "What time does the game start?"
"In about thirty minutes." She says.
"I guess that we should go then." I say. We then leave and head to the school. When we get there, there isn't really that big of a crowd. I guess that a middle school game isn't all that popular, but to me it is awesome. I remember when I was there age playing basketball. It was always so much fun.'
We then find a seat and sit down. I really hope that they win tonight.
The team then runs out, and I see all three of my brothers. They each then see me in a crowd and wave at me. I wave back. They look really happy that I came to their game. The game then starts. By half time, I have to admit they really play very well. I'm so proud of them. The score is 30- 26, so I think that we will win, but it's hard to say what will happen. Zach then has the ball, and goes down the court, he then passes it off to Zane, who passes it off to Caleb who is near the goal. Caleb shoots and scores. The next fifteen minutes it goes back and forth. Either team could end up winning. Then Zach goes in for a layup and makes it within the final three seconds of the game. The game is then won! The crowd is cheering. I am so happy for them. Zach gets high fives from the team. Once they get away from their team, Zach runs over to me. "I'm glad that you decided to come tonight." He says.
"I am too." I say. "I would've missed that final shot. Good job, little brother."

"Thank you." He says. "I wish that dad could have been here."

"Well, I videoed the game, so he can watch it tonight." Mom says. "He wanted to be here tonight." "

Well, at least Jess came." Zane says.
"Yeah, and I'm glad that I did." I say.
"How's Chris?" Zach asks.
"He woke up about three hours ago." I say.
"I'm surprised you didn't go to the hospital." Caleb says.
"I knew how much you all wanted me to be at the game, and I was thinking that we all could go up to the hospital, if you want to." I say.
"That sounds like a good idea." Zach says. We then leave, and head to the hospital. I am filled with happiness when we walk into the hospital. I walk passed the front desk and then get onto the elevator and go to the fourth floor. When we get off, I show my mom, and brother's where Chris' room is at. We then walk in. I have a smile on my face. I then sit down beside Chris. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks.
"I'm fine." He says. "Who are you?" I think to myself, I'm his girl friend and best friend since day one.

"I'm your girlfriend, Jessica." I say.
"I don't remember you, and I think that I would remember that we were dating." He says. I just look at Chad and he motions for me to come over to him. We then step into the hallway. "The doctor said that due to the head trauma that they believe that he is suffering from amnesia." Chad says.
"How long do they think that it will last?" I ask.
"They're not sure." He says. "Hopefully it will only last for a short amount of time."

"I hope so." I say. "So does he remember anything?"

"Well, he remembers bits and pieces." He says. "I'm surprised that he didn't know who you were."

"It's ok." I say. "I'm just glad that I know, now. What can we do to help him remember things?"
"Well, the doctors said to take it slow, and over time introduce people and events to him." He says.

"Ok, but hopefully, he'll regain his memory, right?" I say.
"Yeah, that's what we are hoping." He says.
"And when is he coming home?" I ask.
"Tomorrow, most likely." He says.
"That's good." I say. We then walk back into the room. I try to talk to Chris and help him remember me, but it is almost useless. I guess that it is alright though, at least he's still alive, that's all that matters. A little while later, we leave the hospital and go home. I am a little upset, because he honestly doesn't remember me, but he is just suffering from amnesia, so he should get his mind back at some point, or at least I hope so.