My heart stopped beating for what seemed like forever. Kyle? No… Was this related to the problem at the basketball game? Was he in critical condition or just hurt? He had to be in critical condition, otherwise we wouldn't be speeding down the streets like this. My heart constricted. I realized we were racing to the hospital. Which didn't give me a hopeful outcome.

Grant sharply pulled in the parking lot taking the first spot he saw. I sat frozen in the back seat. We were really at the hospital; not many good things could come out of that.

Dad pulled me out of the car and held onto my hand as I stumbled along. Things passed in a blur as I stumbled in and out of doors.

"Visiting hours are over, gentlemen." A nurse stepped out in front of us trying to kindly turn us away.

"We're here for Kyle Heag. He's been asking for Cammie and this is her."

The nurse paled as she immediately let us in.

Never a good sign. I was starting to feel weak and queasy. Grant came back to support me as dad walked ahead and silently listened to the nurse's report on Kyle. I was too far gone to even listen.

I stared at the floor watching as my feet moved one in front of the other by muscle memory rather than my command. Grant whispered nice things into my ear trying to reassure me but none of them actually entered my brain.

Everything was going wrong.

Finally we made it to the room and I stood outside as everyone walked in but me. Grant stopped one step after me realizing that I was in no condition to do this on my own. He dropped the arm that was guiding me and instead grabbed my hand trying to send reassurance to me. Slowly he guided me and I all I saw were wires.

More. And. More. Wires.

That image would never leave my head from that day.

I stared in shock as I saw Kyle under an oxygen mask with needles and wires coming everywhere from his body.

"He was getting worse and worse so we were forced to put a mask on him," the nurse quietly explained.

As Kyle laid motionless on the bed, the only sign of life the monitor beeping, I saw the Kyle I saw the first time I ever saw him.

The emotionless kid with who no one understood.

"We may have to send him to another hospital if his condition worsens," the nurse added on. I walked over to the side of the bed and almost puked at the smell of all the equipment.

"Hey, Kyle," I whispered down to him. Suddenly the heart rate monitor raced and his eyes started to twitch. I was shoved out of the way as nurses came in and started to pull or shove random things to each other. I was ushered out of the room as they fluttered. "What's happening?" My question came out hoarse, as if I had been deprived of water for days in a desert.

"He's waking. This is a good thing," my dad smiled at me as if everything was going to be alright.

I knew it wasn't.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really only two hours, the number of nurses running in and out decreased leaving only a few in the room. Running some check ups, the nurses came out to explain that Kyle woke up; they had to remove the oxygen mask also doing many tests. He was asking for me and I was allowed to go in.

I walked in and he was staring at the ceiling. I walked up to the side and pulled a chair up knowing it was going to be a while.

"I'm a prodigy child."

I stared at him as he stared at the ceiling never once looking at me.

"I was supposed to be the amazingly sweet, smart, and charming boy. But I wasn't. It wasn't my nature. If I got anything less than one-hundred on my school assignments I was grounded, " he spoke briefly not once pausing for my reaction but would then lapse.

"I had a low attention span for things that I had not worry for when I was little. As I grew up I started to want to please my parents. Never could meet their expectations." He sounded broken, even angry at himself.

"I started sports and learned that I could really excel through those. I was above average in school but I actually wanted to do sports which gave me the extra drive."

I listened as Kyle told me parts of him I never knew.

"I would still hear their voices though. In the night when I couldn't do anything but take it. So I ran. It cleared my head and I ran until I collapsed of exhaustion. And then you came into the nurse's office that day. You saw me and only looked at me with curiosity I couldn't help but think you were like the rest, thinking I was some failure of a prodigy. Yet at the same time I was intrigued and I wanted to talk to you more. I didn't like you but I knew I had to see how you reacted to me before I judged. Then we started playing basketball and you looked at me differently then everyone else, not as the stuck up rich kid who ditched school, was super smart, and 'amazing' at sports but as me," he finished in a whisper.

And I never would've guessed if this never happened.

"But tell me, was it out of pity after you saw me skipping and always alone?"

"No," I firmly replied my eyes brimming with tears.

He gave a half grin but it looked forced; he turned his face to me.

"I love you, Cammie."

Suddenly the monitors started beeping exotically. "Kyle?"

"It's alright. It'll just be a while before I see you again."

I stared back horrified as he gave me a crooked grin; he knew something I didn't, and it wasn't something good.

"Miss we're going to have to ask you to leave the room." My head spun to the new voice to see a doctor. "You need to leave," he demandingly repeated as I was dragged away from whatever they started doing to Kyle.

I was at a loss for words.

It was hours later of staying at the hospital before a doctor came out. I stared at him trying to figure out from his expression if the news was good or bad.

"He's in critical condition and being sent to another hospital. He's in stable enough to be transported so that's happening immediately. Further information will be informed when other information is received." I was glad the news wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either.

I stared at no on in particular as I zoned out. It was as if some dumb person were writing my life out to make it as miserable as possible. They were doing a pretty good job.

Next thing I knew I was waking up in my own bed to the sound of my door opening. I looked over and froze.

Dad was in his uniform.

"No," I whispered.

"I'm sorry, Cam. I tired to get them to postpone deployment but they wouldn't let me. I have to go in," he told me as he walked to me. I saw the sorrow in his eyes yet I still felt betrayed in a way.

"Dad-" I started off brokenly.

"Be good until I get back. I love you, Cam," he made it brief knowing that he wouldn't be able to leave any other way. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

I stared as he walked out the door and I heard his steps down the stairs.

I felt a bad case of déjà vu and everything went black.

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"Dad?" I woke up to someone putting a wet cloth on my forehead.

"It's me," Grant whispered back. I didn't dare open my eyes. Reality wasn't a place I wanted to be right now.

"Why now?"

"I know baby girl. I'm sorry."

"Don't say sorry for things you can't control," I whispered back. I felt him pick me up and hug me. I finally opened my eyes as I wrapped my arms around him.

Grant was going to be my rock for the next couple of months.

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I'm not really happy with this, but honestly I should've updated over spring break which was a long time ago. But um… Sorrrrry. Did not like this at all. Plus it's super short. I know what I'm going to do with the rest of the story, just it's a struggle putting it into words and making it flow nicely, as if it could happen in real life….

Actually I'm not really happy with the story in general. Like I have repeated stuff and it's just… not that great. I'm thinking of pulling it all back to redo it. Would you rather:

A) Have me continue this story in it's own crappy way and rewrite it after it's all done

B) Rewrite it now

C) Rewrite it while updating

Your thoughts would be much appreciated.