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Alex

"Dallas Torres?" The doctor said as he appeared. We stood up and walked over to him.

"That's me." Dallas said.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cole, I'd like to speak to you about your…" he looked down at his sheet. "Sister."

"Yes, Mitchie."

"She was involved in a car accident a while ago. It appears that she was driving and her car slipped off the road and collided with another car." The doctor informed us.

"Is…is she okay?" Dallas said through the sobs.

"She's doing well, yes. She has a few bruised ribs and suffered lacerations on both her legs. The bruising will heal on its own and we managed to close all wounds." He started. "Unfortunately, she also suffered a tear to her anterior cruciate ligament or her, ACL. This is a ligament located in the knee and we would need to perform surgery on her in the next week."

I looked at Dallas who had an expression of relief written all over her face.

"But, it appears she hit her head on the steering wheel and this caused her to go unconscious. Mitchie is experiencing what we call a grade 3 concussion. We placed her in a medically induced coma as a precautionary measure."

Dallas looked at me and I wiped away one of her tears. "Is there any way we can see her?" she asked as she turned back to the doctor.

"Yes, but she won't be conscious. It will take a few hours before she comes out of the coma." He admitted.

"We just want to see her, sir." Dallas said.

The doctor nodded and turned to lead us to Mitchie's room. Dallas wrapped her arm around my shoulder and placed her head against mine.

"You okay Alex?" she whispered to me.

"I'm just scared." I admitted. "You said she tore her acl?" I asked the doctor as we continued to walk.

"Yes, she did." He answered.

"What's the recovery time for that… I mean you said she needs surgery but…"

"She will need surgery this week and will require rehabilitation afterwards. These injuries usually have an approximate six month recovery period." He said.

"Six months?" I repeated.

"Yes. She's very healthy and appears to be in great shape, she's an athlete I can tell."

"She's planning on playing in college…" I said. "How long before she can play?"

"It will all depend on how she recovers, but usually it will be about 6 to 8 months before she'll be cleared to play."

The doctor stopped in front of a room and turned to look at the both of us.

"If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask. I'll be back to check on her regularly." He said as he opened the door for us. "When she awakens she'll be confused so just talk her through what I told you. There is a slight possibility of memory loss but we will have to see how things play out." He admitted.

Dallas and I both nodded before he left and we walked into the room. I looked at Mitchie's resting body and slowly walked over to her. I stopped when I reached her side. I bent down and kissed her lips. When I pulled back I noticed Dallas was standing on the opposite side.

"I'm still shaking." She whispered to me as she looked down at her little sister.

I took Mitchie's hand wrapped my fingers against hers. "I'm so scared." I admitted.

Dallas bent down and kissed her sister on the cheek. "I'll give you a minute, I should call my parents and let them know to come." She said as she walked over to my side. She brought her arms out and hugged me. "I'm outside if you need me."

I waited for Dallas to exit the room before I grabbed a chair and placed it beside Mitchie's bed. I sat down and placed both my hands around hers. I stared at her and felt the tears build up in my eyes.

"Baby, stay with me, okay?" I said. "I'm so sorry Mitch. I feel like this is my fault… you shouldn't have taken me home in that rain. I should have known…. I can't lose you." I chocked.

I leaned my head down and kissed her hand. I laid my head against her bed and kept my hand against hers.

"Everything okay?" Dallas asked as she walked back into the room.

"Yeah, no change." I said.

"My parents are on their way. They have to drop off Maddie at a friends and they'll be here." She said as she walked over to Mitchie's other side.

"Are you and the baby okay Dallas?" I asked.

"I'm fine... we're fine… just a little shaken up. It's not everyday that you get a call telling you your little sister's been in a car wreck." She said.

"Everything will be okay." I assured the two of us.

The two of us sat there waiting for something to happen. We waited for Mitchie to wake up but there was still no change.

The doctor walked in after an hour with Mitchie's parents following behind him. Mitchie's mom walked over to Dallas and wrapped her arms around her young pregnant daughter. After she pulled back from their embrace she walked over to me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"You okay Alex?" she asked me.

I nodded as I got up from my seat. "Just wish this wouldn't have happened." I said as the tears began to flow. She wrapped her hands around me and I leaned my head on her shoulder. "This is my fault…" I said quietly.

"No this isn't. Alex don't blame yourself." She told me. "Sometime things like this happen but you can't blame yourself sweetie."

We waited a few hours for Mitchie to finally awaken but when nothing was changing, her parents and Dallas all went to grab a bite to eat at the cafeteria. I stayed behind and held Mitchie's hand close to my heart. I didn't want to miss anything.

I had my head rested on her bed when suddenly I heard a soft moan. I looked up and saw Mitchie trying to open her eyes. She looked at me with confusion in her eyes.

"Alex?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, baby. I'm right here." I said as I leaned closer and held her hand tighter against me.

"Wh-What happened?" she asked slowly.

"You got into a car accident." I told her.

She moved her right hand up to her forehead and cringed as she did. "My head hurts." She said. "What's wrong with me?"

"You have a concussion… your heads probably going to be hurting for a while. You have a few bruised ribs too… so don't move around too much." I suggested. "You also… tore your acl." I said softly.

"M-my what?" she asked as her eyes widened.

"Your ACL." I repeated.

"That takes forever to recover from." She croaked.

"Six months." I told her.

Tears formed in her eyes as she let the news sink in. She began to cry and I watched her squirm as she did.

"Be careful Mitch." I told her.

"Alex, I can't be out for six months." She cried. "I'll get my scholarship taken from me."

Just as Mitchie spoke, the doctor walked in. He looked at Mitchie and walked over toward us.

"Hello Mitchie." He said. "How are you feeling?"

"Everything hurts." She mumbled.

"It will for a while." He said. "I just need to check you out really fast."

"Doctor?" she asked. "Did I really tear my ACL?"

"Yes. Unfortunately you did."

Mitchie looked over at me and frowned. "I need to call my coach." She told me.

"We can worry about that later, Mitch." I told her. The doctor continued to run tests on Mitchie while I waited by the door. "Just worry about getting better, okay?"

Mitchie nodded and closed her eyes. I could tell she was still tired so I let her fall asleep. When the doctor finished her left the room and I sat back down next to her. A while later both her parents and Dallas returned.

"She woke up." I notified them. "I told her everything."

"How'd she take it?" her dad asked.

"Not well… she's worried about her knee."

"I figured she'd be." He said. "I need to contact her coach and see what's going to happen."

"Could she really lose it all?" I asked.

"It's possible… They say it's a six month recovery which would make her ready to play around September. Her season will run from august to November." He informed me. "It just depends what her coach wants."

"She'll never forgive me," I cried.

"Hey Alex, this isn't your fault." Dallas said. "Please stop blaming yourself."

"I just don't want her to lose her scholarship… she worked so hard for it." I said.

"We'll figure something out… I'm just going to call him now." Her dad said.

I watched as Mitchie's dad left the room to make the call. I got lost inside my mind as I thought about her losing something she's dreamed about for so long.

"I don't blame you." I heard Mitchie whisper. I turned my attention to her and I saw her looking down.

"What?"

"I don't blame you for this. Don't blame yourself." She said.

"I thought you were asleep."

"Mitchie!" Dallas said as she noticed her sister had awaken. She walked over to the and gently hugged her. "It's good to see that you're okay."

"Thanks Dal." She said and then turned her attention to me. "I was but I woke up when you were talking to my dad. I just couldn't get the strength to open my eyes."

I leaned down and brought our lips together. "I love you." I told her.

"I love you too." She smiled.

Just then her father walked in and looked over at Mitchie. "Hey Mitchie." He smiled.

"Hi dad."

"So I just got off the phone with your coach from UT, and he said he'll fly in and discuss what's going to happen. He'll be here tomorrow." He told her.

"Did it sound bad?" she asked.

"No. We'll just have to wait and see." He admitted.

We stayed with Mitchie for a while until her parents and Dallas had to leave.

"We'll be back tomorrow morning." Her dad told her.

"Stay strong beautiful." Dallas told her as she left.

"Come lay with me." Mitchie asked when it was just the two of us.

"I won't fit." I said as I laughed.

She slowly moved herself over to the side and left a small space for me to lay. "Now you do." She said.

I placed myself beside her and propped my head up with my hand. "How you holding up?" I asked her.

"I've been better… I'm really nervous about tomorrow." She said.

"Don't think about it. I'm sure something will be worked out." I tried to assure her.

"It's hard not to think about it." She said.

"Mmm, I think I know a way to get your mind off of it." I said as I leaned in and brought my lips with hers.

"Good thinking." She said and then continued the kiss. "Will you stay with me?" she asked when we pulled apart.

"I'm not leaving your side." I told her. "Get some rest, I'll be here when you wake."

She leaned her head against mine and was quickly out. I stared up at the ceiling before I drifted off into sleep.