Miley;

I could hear almost everything. The slow insufflation of those who I loved. The clock ticking by the seconds, minutes, hours... days. Everything inside and out killed, burned and aggrieved. Especially my heart, it was unstabilized, and discombobulated. I din't know how to react, it was like a monster kept ripping and tearing out my limbs, a stacking of metal screeching sound of despair and discontent. All of felt was pain, the burns too deep to handle and my body still felt on fire, I tried to move, open my eyes; breath. There was no availability except the only sound that kept me alive, my faint beating of my heart and the rush of courage.

"Listen, Miley is in severe condition, the main thing that is keeping her alive is the beating of her heart. It is very strong, and amazingly; she is different then many of my patients, theres is no need for a heart monator. Give her time, with her condition and can take a matter of days to.. months." The doctor patted Nick's shoulder before exiting. Nick was treated the previous night for a three degree burn on his right arm leading up his shoulder. He has minor bruises and cuts that cover his face.

Then there was my thoughts again, they helped me push myself to try even harder then before. If I could hear their thoughts too, I think it'd be worth it. Their voices help me, even if it's hard to tell, I can feel it. I count the breathes I take in my head, the seconds go by, I don't know how many hours it has been, and I don't know what day it is, I hope it's not been too long. The pain is what I fear, I can't feel the rest of my body, I'm glad my ears still work. I wish I could see Nick's face. Just Once.

Nick;

I take in what the doctor told me, my voice is locked in. I feel my feet move from under me, The voices of my family are quickly fading as I continue to run, and run. I don't know where I will end up as I exit the hospital, I keep running, my vision blurs and it is uncontrolable. I don't mind it though, it hurts too much to stop. I wipe my eyes, it's almost dark and the sun is at it's lowest point. I find myself near the woods, at a close family camping resourt, one that I've spent my childhood years at. i haven't been back since I was eleven... I look around, my head hurts with all these thoughts. I keep walking, the sun almost completely set.

There's a family close by, a family of a mother, father; and three kids. A boy in his preteens, about twelve, a little girl, maybe the age of six, and there's a toddler, a baby girl. I smile for the first time, they gather around the camp fire, roasting marshmellos. The parents are young, but in love. I can tell. They shoot mysterious looks at me, they wounder why I'm out alone at night. A silly teenage boy, bloodshot eyes, razzled hair and oddly walking in the woods. I walk past them, I really don't want them questioning me, I see the man get up, I sigh; stopping, kicking a tree with my old converse.

"Hey son... are you alright?" He stops me touching my shoulder. I smile kindly nodding, I soon feel really weak, almost sick. I grab the same tree for support," I'm F-fine.." I felt my feet buckle in, and my body hit the ground.

"Hey Kid! Are you alright? Alex, come help me bring him over to the camper."

Normal;

"Dad, he's opening his eyes..." The man who was found to be named Ryan, walked towards the young boy sprawled on the cot. Nick slowly opened his brown eyes looking around confused. He quickly sat up,"Oh God, where am I?"

"You're in our camper, you passed out, what's your name, son?"

"Nick, I'm really sorry,"

A woman with strawberry blonde hair walked towards the three guys, smiling," Hey I'm Marcy, don't worry about it, this is my husband Ryan, my son Alex, and my two daughters Karen and the little one's Lexie." She propped Lexie up on her hip, smoothing out the baby's hair.

Nick smiled softly," I really don't feel good, where's my backpack?"

Alex walked over with it,"Right here, Dad grabbed when you fell."

Nick took it in his hands grabbing it and unzipping it, checking his blood sugar,"Crap." 54, not good.

"I'm a diabetic..." Nick felt weak again," I hate you ask but I really need to eat something." Marcy smiled, "we were just about to ask you to join for supper,C'mon it's out back."

Nick got up, after being pulled on the arm by Karen, his phone ringing wildly back in his bag.

AN: Short, I know. I updated though(: more from other stories sooon. all smiles guys, as long as you review :D