Hello again! I hope you all don't mind that I updated a little later during the day! I was unable to finish it at work, but it's on here now! I can't believe that this will be over in a week! That's so sad! Well, thanks to BardenBellaBeca for reviewing! Thanks to all the new follows and favorites! I hoe you enjoy this new chapter and I will see you on Monday! :)

Chapter 20- Chloe POV

Beca and I go through some of the stuff in her memory folder and I even convince her to message her old best friend. We go through some more papers until I notice Beca get really pale.

"What is it?" I ask her.

She just shakes her head and swallows hard. "I don't remember this being in here."

I lean over to get a better look and gasp at what I see. There's a hunk of metal that looks like it's supposed to be a car, but I'm not sure. The title of the article says "One killed, and one critically injured in car crash." I look up to Beca who can't stop staring at the photo.

I say, as softly as possible "Beca?" She doesn't respond.

"Beca?" still no response.

"Beca? Don't make me use your full name!" Nothing.

I sigh and sit there in silence for 30 more seconds.

"Beca?" I try again, "What's the matter?"

She shakes her head and says "I didn't know this was in here. If I had known, I would have said I didn't have a memory book."

I look at her with the most caring eyes I can muster.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She sighs and rubs a hand over her face. "Not really, but you need to know what happened."

I really do, Beca. You have no idea.

I shake my head and say "You don't have to if you don't want to. We can do this another time."

She shakes her head in response and says "You've already seen too much, I have to do this." She takes a big breath in and starts.

"It was March 7th, a Saturday, and my soccer team won a match that we needed to win to get to semi-finals. We all went out for a victory dinner to celebrate and took separate cars. My mom and I were waiting at a stoplight on the way there, and when it turned green, my mom started pulling forward. We were about half way through the intersection when a car coming from the right going probably 70 miles an hour rammed into our car. I don't remember much after that, because I was in and out of consciousness, but I do remember some things. I think it was a little after we got hit.

"I woke up and my mom was almost hysterical. She was trying to get my attention and I let her see I'm awake. She was relieved to see that I was awake, and then I remember this sharp pain coming from my foot. My mom noticed something wrong and she asks me 'Beca, what is it?' and I look at her and just say 'My foot'. She looked down at it and gasped. I don't ever remember looking at it because I think I blacked out again."

Fear courses through me and I look up at Beca, who has not looked up from the picture.

"The next time I wake up the emergency crews were there. They said something to the extent of 'She's stuck, we can't get her out!' and I blacked out again. The next time I woke up was in a hospital room. My mom is sitting to my left, and she looked like she hadn't had sleep in weeks. She noticed me stirring and jumped up from her seat. She looked so happy to see me. She then kept going on and on about how she missed me and how she had been waiting for weeks and how she didn't think I would wake up. I catch only a little bit of that and she saw the confused took on my face and explains the situation.

"'We were in a car accident.' She said. 'You got stuck in-between the seat and the car door in front of you. You've been in a coma for three weeks.' All I remember was the word 'coma' flashing through my mind. And then I feel something odd, like something's missing. My face goes pale and I look down to see my foot in this contraption that I think is something like a halo that they put on a person's head when they don't want them to move it. There were pins sticking out, keeping it still, and I think to myself how much that would hurt. Then I realized that I couldn't feel it.

"I look over to my mom and say 'Mom, why can't I feel my foot?' Her face goes pale and she says 'When your foot got stuck in-between the car and the seat, you lost a lot of blood and there was some nerve damage. They thought for a while that they would have to amputate it, but eventually they decided against it. They have done a few surgeries to fix it, but right now they are saying the damage is too great, that it's irreversible.' The shock of it all hit me so fast, I didn't even have time to cry. The first thing I ask my mom is 'Will I be able to play soccer again?' Tears start to well up in her eyes and she shakes her head. That's when the tears start coming. My mom leans over and gives me a hug. 'What am I going to do?' I thought to myself. 'What will my friends thing of me?' Then another thought occurred to me. I snuggle into my mom's arms and say softly 'Will I even be able to walk again?' When I felt the first motion of a head shake, my stomach turned, but then she continues 'We don't know, Honey. They are going to have to do some more surgeries before we can determine that.'"

Beca is almost crying now, but then she straightens and wipes off her few tears with the back of her hand. I'm about to say something to make her quit, but she continues again.

"After that, I went mute for a while. We don't know why, but the doctors said that sometimes it's common for people in my situation who have heard bad news. Seven surgeries later the doctors said it would be a lot of work, but that I would have a chance of walking again. After about the 2nd month in the hospital, they put me in one of those group session things for people like me who have lost something. I would wheel myself down to the conference room they held it in and I would just sit there. They couldn't really expect much response out of me since I was still mute, but they made me go anyways.

"Finally after about 2 weeks, after I had a bad day at therapy, while one of the other people was talking about how things were looking hopeful, I just snapped and yelled 'Things will not get better! Don't get your hopes up like that!' and some other things. I don't know what that person's reaction was because I just wheeled away after that. They then took me out of group therapy and put me with a one on one doctor named Dr. Payne. She talked to me about things and gave me encouragement and stuff like that. Then finally one day at therapy they decided that me trying to walk on my own was not going to happen, but they were going to transfer me to a different specialist. He was the one that recommended the orthosis and I slowly started to walk on my own.

"I had to use crutches for 6 months, and then I got to where I could walk on my own without them. I still have this limp, which I am surprised you never noticed, but I can walk on my own as long as I have the orthosis on."

I wait for her to keep going, but she doesn't say anything more. She is staring at the picture, but then she looks up at me with sad eyes. Wow. I think that's the most Beca has opened up to me about anything. I did not think it would be that easy. But still, all that?! That just breaks my heart.

"I did notice." is all I say. She seems confused, so I clarify.

"The limp, I noticed, but I didn't say anything about it. It just kind of became you, so I eventually stopped noticing it. It has gotten better over the years though."

She kind of smirks, and then says "Well, now you know why."

She looks back at the book and turns the page to continue.