A/N – Thanks for all your reviews! I tried to make this chapter a little longer, and it turns out that it's the longest so far! Hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think!

            Amy sat at Colin's bedside, holding his hand. His parents had left a couple minutes ago and even though they hadn't spoken to each other since his parents had left, it was a comfortable silence.

            "Are you sure you're alright, Amy?" Colin asked softly, looking deeply into her eyes.

            It took everything in her to not look away. She managed a smile, and squeezed his hand.

            "Yeah, I'm alright. I'm so glad you're okay." she replied, earnestly.

            At least that much was true. Amy was so relieved and thankful that Colin was alright; it would be a lot harder if something had gone wrong.

            "Yeah, it'll be nice when everything gets back to normal again, won't it?" he asked, smiling.

            Amy smiled and nodded. He had no idea how much she believed that.

            "Thanks for being here for me, Amy. You know how much I need you right now, and your support is so helpful, without that I don't know what I'd do." Colin held Amy's hand tighter, and gently pulled her closer to him.

            "I told you that I'd be here for you, and I'm not going to break that promise." Amy replied, not only reminding him but also reminding herself.

            "Thank you," Colin whispered, leaning in to kiss her.

            Amy had no idea what to do, she couldn't pull away from him. So she let him kiss her, and kissed back, to avoid suspicion.

            Inside she was screaming at herself. How could she do this? She couldn't keep this act up for five minutes, let alone a month while Colin healed.

            It was at that moment that Colin chose to utter the words that she would have died for before his accident. But the words that she just couldn't hear right now.

            "I love you, Amy."

            Amy froze, all her thoughts standing still.

            Then she did something that she would regret forever.

            "I love you too, Colin."

            Amy kicked herself and wanted to get up and run. As if the indirect lying wasn't bad enough, now she had directly lied to her boyfriend. She knew that she didn't love Colin, not like she should. Not like he deserved.  But if she hadn't responded with those words, he would have noticed something was wrong. Colin didn't need that right now, he needed to concentrate on getting better with the support and encouragement of his friends and family.

            As Colin leant in for another kiss, Amy felt her eyes well up with tears.

            I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry… she repeated to herself over and over again.

            There was a knock at the door, and the two teenagers pulled apart. Amy was thankful for the disruption.

            "Sorry to interrupt," Dr. Brown stood in the doorway.

            Amy quickly got up at the chance, and shook her head.

            "No, it's alright." she answered, a little hurriedly.

            "Is everything okay?" Colin asked, looking at Dr. Brown nervously.

            "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that, Colin." Dr. Brown replied, and as Amy went to leave, he stopped her, "No, no Amy please stay. I want you to hear this too."

            Amy reluctantly sat down in a chair by Colin's bedside.

            "Now, Colin, are you in any pain?" Dr. Brown asked, looking at the young man intently.

            "Well, now that you mention it," Colin started, looking down at the bedsheets, "My head hurts a lot, I have a really bad headache."

            Dr. Brown nodded and noted something on his clipboard.

            "What? Dr. Brown, what is this all about?" Amy asked, getting up.

            Dr. Brown noticed the fear in her face, and Colin was now wearing it too.

            "Alright, I want you to stay calm as I explain this, okay?" Dr. Brown asked, and the two of them nodded. "Colin, you weren't supposed to wake up yet. We had given you drugs to keep you asleep for at least a couple more hours."

            "Yeah, the nurses seemed surprised when I woke up." Colin said, nodding.

            "Well, we think that it's probably a bad thing that you woke up. You are in more pain now because the original medication we gave you to ease the pain isn't working. Therefore, your body is working harder and is hurting more." Dr. Brown paused, and waited a moment, gathering strength to tell this boy that he could be living his last hours.

            "Doctor? What does all that mean?" Colin asked.

            "It means, Colin, that your chances are less than before." Dr. Brown replied quietly.

            The young man closed his eyes and Amy sat back down in her chair, looking faint again.

            "Dr. Brown?" Colin whispered.

            The older man felt horrible, and his reply was softer.

            "Yes Colin?"

            "Could I get some medication that works?" Colin kept his eyes closed, and he looked significantly whiter than before.

            "Of course, son." Dr. Brown felt such sympathy for the boy, and his request hit him full on. "I'll go take care of that and leave you two alone."

            Dr. Brown quickly left, closing the door behind him.

"Colin?" Amy murmured, "I need some fresh air."

            Colin opened his eyes briefly to look at her, and then closed them again.

            "Okay." he replied.

            Amy didn't know what else to do, so she got up and kissed his forehead. He didn't respond.

            Amy closed the door behind her, and as she slowly slipped down to the floor, she was overwhelmed with sobs. She remembered what her father always said.

            Just when you think it can't get more complicated, it does.