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This chapter is inspired by the song "If Tears Could Bring You Back" by Midnight Sons.


Chapter 11: If Tears Could Bring You Back

How will I start
Tomorrow without you here
Who's heart will guide me
When all the answers disappear

Amy and Adrian make it to the hospital in record time. In the waiting room, they find John, Anne, Ashley and Aaron – all in tears. Amy runs over to her son and pulls him into a tight embrace.

"What happened?" Adrian chokes out, tears also streaming down her face.

"He was…" At that moment George charges into the room and goes immediately over to Anne.

"What happened?" he repeats frantically.

"He was…in a…a car accident," Anne answers hesitantly. "He had just dropped off John, and…"

"He collided with a garbage truck," Ashley finishes for her mom as she holds her younger brother close.

"Oh god," Amy gasps as she holds onto John tighter.

"How is he?" Adrian breaths out as she sinks into a chair.

"We don't know," Anne replies. "They took him into surgery and they won't tell us anything else."

"No!" John cries out causing everyone to look over to where he has pulled away from Amy. "He's gonna be ok. He just has to be," he sobs before running down a hallway and away from the waiting room. Amy can only watch him go as she falls to the ground in a sobbing heap.

Is it too late
Are you too far gone to stay
This one's forever
Should never have to go away
What will I do
You know I'm only half without you
How will I make it through

John leans against a wall and slides down to the floor as he vaguely remembers the last time one of his parents was hospitalized by a car accident.

Flashback, 2 weeks after Amy's accident…

Ricky walks into the hospital holding his crying 4-year-old son. The abscense of his mother was finally taking its toll on John and Ricky decided that he needed to see her.

Walking into Amy's hospital room, Ricky stops short at the sight of Amy hooked up to several machines and looking lifeless. Ricky slowly walks towards the bed and John immediately stops crying when he sees his mom.

"Mommy," John squeals, stretching out his arms. Ricky gently places him on the bed, mindful of the tubes and wires, and watches as John wraps his small arms around Amy.

After a few seconds, John becomes upset at his mom's unresponsiveness. "Wake up, mommy, wake up," he cries. Teary eyed, he looks up at Ricky. "Daddy, why won't mommy wake up?"

End flashback…

"It's not fair," he sobs as he pulls his legs into his chest and buries his head into his hands. Please God, please don't take my dad from me. Not when I just got my mom back. Please don't break up my family again.

If only tears could bring you back to me
If only love could find a way
What I would do, what I would give
If you returned to me someday
Somehow, someway
If my tears could bring you back to me

With the help of Adrian, Amy gets up from the floor. In a daze, she walks over to the corner of the room and sits in a chair. Pulling her legs to her chest, she curls into a ball and continues to cry. Please, please don't do this, she silently prays for the first time in a long time. Please God; don't take away the man I love. Please don't deprive my son of his father. Amy cries harder at the thought of her son.

Unconsciously, she stands from her seat and starts to walk out of the room. She doesn't hear the questions of 'where are you going?' from her family. Down the hallway, she catches sight of her son, on the floor and shoulders shaking from his heaving sobs. Looking up, she closes her eyes and continues to pray.

Please, for the sake of John, don't do this. Don't take away his father so shortly after he just got his mother back. What kid deserves that? John deserves the best. Especially to have two parents who love him and will always be there for him. Please, don't take away Ricky. Please.

I'd cry you an ocean
If you'd sail on home again
Waves of emotion
Will carry you, I know they can

George and Anne sadly watch their daughter walk out of the room. George turns to Anne, his red-rimmed eyes filled with rage.

"Why?" he questions. "What the hell did this family do in a past life to deserve such tragedy?" Anne can barely shrug her shoulders as more tears fall from her eyes. "I mean, first Amy gets pregnant at such a young age, which turned into a blessing, but still. Then Amy's in an accident and doesn't wake from a coma for 10 years and now this. Tell me, please, where's the silver lining?"

"I don't know," Anne chokes out. "Poor John," she whispers, "he must be taking this the hardest."

"I bet," George shakes his head miserably.

Just love will guide you
And your heart will chart the course
Soon you'll be drifting
Into the arms of your true north

Ashley walks up to Amy and wraps her arms around her sister. "It'll be ok," she whispers.

Amy pulls away and turns to face Ashley. "Will it?"

Ashley smiles comfortingly. "Of course it will. You, John and Ricky have been through way too much to be separated now. I mean look at you. Yeah, your accident put you in a 10-year coma but you still had some fight left in you and you came back to us. Do you seriously think Ricky will allow another car accident to try and separate you three again? No. He's going to fight and fight hard. He'd never willing leave the only family he's ever had without a fight."

Amy nods her head and looks down the hallway at her son still sitting on the floor. "But, what about John? He doesn't need this. He shouldn't have to go through this pain again."

"John is strong, he can survive more than you think," Ashley says, smiling softly at the thought of her nephew.

"I never wanted this though. When I decided to keep him, I thought I was doing what was best. Was I being selfish? What if I had given him up for adoption? Would he have been better off?"

Ashley shakes her head angrily. "No," she insists. "You know, I think it's a bunch of bullcrap when people say 'what if'. You can't change the past, and you should know that better than anyone."

Amy nods her head in agreement. "I know, and I love John with all my heart. He's the best thing to ever happen to me. But what kind of life has he lived because he was parented by a couple of teenagers."

Ashley rolls her eyes. "A good one because he had two parents who loved him unconditionally despite them being teenagers."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Yes, I am." Ashley wraps an arm around Amy's shoulder and starts to guide her back to the waiting room. "Come on," she says, "let's go sit down."

Look in my eyes
And you will see a million tears have gone by
And still they're not dry

Aaron walks down the hallway, passing his older sisters going in the opposite direction. Eventually, he finds his slightly older nephew sitting on the floor against a wall. He slides down the wall and sits next to him. John looks up at him and smiles slightly at his uncle through his tears.

"Hey um," Aaron starts, "how you holding up?"

John shrugs his shoulders. "Not too good."

"Wanna talk about it?" Aaron asks softly.

"Life really sucks," John scowls. "You're lucky, you know."

"How?"

"You've had both your parents all your life and they're together."

Aaron furrows his eyebrows. "Do you want your parents together?" he asks curiously.

John shrugs again. "Well yeah…I mean doesn't every kid want that."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"And these last weeks were great. Yeah, mom and dad weren't technically together, but just all three of us being in the same house was almost perfect." Aaron nods in understanding. "I guess we should head on back," John whispers as he slowly stands from his position.

"Yeah, you're right kiddo," Aaron smirks as he also stands.

John glares at him. "You remember I'm older than you, right?"

Aaron laughs. "But I'm still you're uncle." John rolls his eyes as they head down the hallway.

They walk back into the waiting room. While Aaron goes to sit by Ashley, John goes to sit by Amy and wraps his arms around her. The room is silent as they all sit and wait.

If only tears could bring you back to me
If only love could find a way
What I would do, what I would give
If you returned to me someday
Somehow, someway
If my tears could bring you back to me

A doctor in a white coat enters the waiting room unnoticed. He walks over to the nurses' station and quietly asks a question. A nurse points out the group in the corner of the room. He strides over to where they sit and softly clears his throat.

George looks up from his lap and stares at the doctor curiously. "Yes?" he inquires nervously. The sound of his voice causes everyone else to look up.

"Are you all here for Ricky Underwood?"

"Is he ok?" Amy blurts out.

"Well," the doctor starts, "his surgery was a success and he's now stable." There's an audible sigh of relief from everybody.

"What's the damage, doc?" George questions.

"His leg was fractured in two places and required a cast. Also, a couple of ribs were fractured, but thankfully they did not puncture the lungs or any other organs. There was also no serious head drama. He's in recovery now, and should hopefully be awake within the next hour. You all can find him in room 253." Amy and John immediately go to find the room, quickly followed by Adrian.

George walks up to the doctor and holds out his hand, "Thanks, doc," he says as they shake hands.

"Thank you," Anne whispers as her, George, Ashley and Aaron head for Ricky's recovery room.

I hold you close
And shout the words I only whispered before
For one more chance, for one last dance
There's not a thing I would not endure

Anne, George, Ashley and Aaron walk into Ricky's recover room. Amy and John sit on either side of the bed – each holding one of Ricky's hands – and Adrian stands next to Amy. The four of them move to circle around the bed – Ashley next to Adrian, Aaron and Anne next to John, and George stands at the end of the bed.

"Thank God, he's alive," Anne smiles thankfully. Everyone nods in agreement – their bodies now free of the tension from the last few hours as they quietly watch Ricky as he sleeps. Eventually, they become restless, and one by one they move to sit in the various chairs and couch in the room, until only Amy and John are left at Ricky's side.

"Come back to us," Amy whispers as she leans her head against Ricky's shoulder – her eyes closed.

"Uh…mom…" John whispers as he stares down at the hand he holds in shock.

Eyes still closed, Amy slightly shakes her head. "Not now, John," she says softly.

"Mom…" John says a little louder, his voice urgent. Amy slowly opens her eyes and looks up at her son. "He moved," John whispers excitedly.

"What…" Amy looks down in shock and watches amazed at the slightly moving hand she holds. "Oh my God," she gasps loudly, drawing the attention of everyone else. Amy looks up in time to see Ricky's eyes flutter. "Oh Ricky," she cries softly, squeezing his hand. The others have gathered around the bed again.

"Dad," John whispers, "are you awake?"

Ricky's head moves at the sound of the voice. His eyes constrict tightly shut before they slowly start to open. "John," he croaks out before he is overcome by a dry cough. Ashley hands Amy a glass of water and she helps Ricky to drink some of it. "Amy," Ricky whispers, his voice now not as hoarse sounding, as he looks around at the various faces above him. "What's going on?"

If only tears could bring you back to me
If only love could find a way
What I would do, what I would give
If you returned to me someday
Somehow, someway
If my tears could bring you back to me


AN: It's 2010!!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! This chapter was a probably a little sad but I hope you still enjoyed it. Please review and let me know what you think.

Upcoming Chapters:

Ch 12: Too Little Too Late – Someone tries to come back into Amy's Life

Ch 13: Let it go – Ricky has some issues to deal with

-Nichelle