Author's Note: To the guest who reviwed about Percy being in middle school

1. Percy is not in middle school, he's a freshman in high school.

2. Yes he can drive..a few chapters ago he got his learners pemit. Believe it or not some freshmen do drive and its the end of the school year..he's fixing to be a sophmore

3. I know the parents or barely there, becuase I'm the one who writes the story. Did you even read the chapter, if his mom is in the hospital with Zach, then she was obviously home. Parents don't have to be home for there to be alcohol in the house...

4. you do realize that some high schoolers drink even when theyre not old enough

Saturday, March 15

Chapter 36

I've been in this hospital for hours now, and he still hasn't woken up. He's shown some signs though, and since then I have refused to leave his side. Actually, I've refused to do alot of stuff...like eating, drinking, sleeping. The only time I leave is to go to the bathroom, but that isn't very often at all. I don't look good either, when I went to the bathroom I looked in the mirror, and all I saw was someone that was broken and exhausted. Now, don't get me wrong I'm grateful for my life, but sometimes...sometimes I just wish things weren't the way they were. I wish I didn't have to spend my life taking care of my brothers, I wish my parents had normal jobs, I wish they were both here right now, I wish we could be a normal family, I wish Percy wasn't depressed, I wish Caleb was more supportive and helpful...but most of all I wish Zach would wake up. I wish he would wake up and laugh, telling me this is just some sick prank. Before, I can get too deep in my thoughts Tobias walks in.

"Hey Tris, anymore signs?"

"Just one, his hand twitched..."

"Well the results for Percy came back...he has a depression bipolar disorder. They said he has a strange case, aparently it takes alot for him to have an episode but when it does happen, its a major episode." (Sorry I don't really know how to put this) I just stare at him as he talks, and when he's done I pull him into a hug. I start to sob heavily...I sob for both of my brothers, I sob for my mom and dad, I sob for Caleb, but mostly I just sob because I don't know what else to do. Tobias being the supportive and amzing boyfriend he is, holds me and doesn't stop.

It's exactly 5 days, 9 hours, 56 minutes, and 7 seconds later when Zach finally wakes up. He's only awake for a few minutes before falling asleep. It's exactly 6 days, 6 hours, 27 minutes, and 10 seconds later when he wakes up again, this time staying awake for an entire hour. Finally, today 7 days, 3 hours, 13 minutes, and 48 seconds later he's awake and he's been awake for hours now. He doesn't talk much, but the doctor said that's normal. He also said that Zach is lucky, apparently most people who are in a coma end up having to relearn how to walk, talk, eat etc. But, Zach woke up perfectly fine...well a fine as he can be with his injuries. Today, I'm visiting Percy as soon as Zach falls asleep again, which isn't that long of wait because 5 minutes later he finally falls asleep. I chose Tobias to come with me to see Percy, and the car ride is silent. We pull up to the rehab center that they just put him in today. Tobias talks to the lady at the front desk and she walks us to his room. We walk in and I see him laying on his bed watching tv. As soon as he sees us, he jumps up and runs over to us giving me a huge hug.

"I'm sorry Tris, I hurt our brother and I know you can never forgive me but I'm going to ask you anyway. Will you please forgive me?"

"I forgive you Percy, I always will...but I expect you to stay here...for a while."

"What, why? Tris you ant leave me here!"

"Percy please don't do this. You have to stay here, you have a problem Percy and I just want you to feel better." He sighs and walks over ot his bed, "Leave."

I also sigh, before walking out with Tobias on my heels. I walk to the car, and hop in to the drivers seat, takin off as soon as Tobias has hi seatbelt on. I drive to my house and head up to my room. When we reach my door, I fling it open before jumoing on my bed. He sits beside me and wraps me in his arms, as I cry for the millionth time this week. But, for the first time this week...I don't feel anything. I'm not sad, angry, tired, scared, schocked, or anything...I'm just numb and now I'm confused. I am because I don't know what to do now...

AUthor's Note: Sorry for the short chapter, but to be honest...this story has about two chapters left...oh and an epilogue