Style and Davie sat in the den. Each had their guitar resting on their lap. Crumpled sheets of notebook paper were scattered throughout the room and some had reached the hallway. Ty sighed and tossed another sheet of paper over her shoulder not noticing that Speed had walked into the room and hit him in the head. Speed let out a surprised gasp causing Style and Davie to jump.

"Oh Speed!" Ty cried out surprised. "Don't scare me like that!"

"I'm fine Ty," Speed said sarcastically. "Thanks for asking. So how's it coming?"

"I need to go jogging," Style declared jumping up from her seat in a recliner. "It'll help me clear my head." She set her guitar on the floor then walked into her bedroom. A few minutes later she walked out of her room wearing a pair of jean shorts, a plain red t-shirt, and a pair of dirty white sneakers. Her silvery hair was pulled back into a high bun on the top of her head. Her face was free of makeup other than lip-gloss. Before Speed or Davie could say anything she was out of the door.

Style made her way to the park when suddenly she felt really dizzy. She sat down on a nearby park bench to wait for it to pass. Her vision blurred for a second then she felt perfectly fine and continued her jog. Suddenly everything went black and she collapsed to the ground. A nearby woman screamed and rushed over to Style. She checked Styles pulse and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. She quickly dialed nine one one.

"Hello," the woman said frantically into the phone. "I'm in the park. This girl just collapsed in front of me. I don't think that she's breathing. What am I supposed to do?"

"Calm down," the operator said soothingly. "What park are you in?"

"Langston Park on Thirty-fourth Street," the woman said. "Please hurry!"

"We're sending an ambulance it'll be there soon," the operator told her. "Do you have any clue who she is? Do you know her family?"

"I think that she's the Racers' daughter Style," the woman said. "I'm not sure if I should call her parents though. The last I heard Style had been disowned."

"Call them anyway," the operator told her. "They need to know."

Several hours later Speed, Trixie, Sparky, Pops, and Mrs. Racer were sitting by Style's hospital bed. She was hooked up to so many tubes and wires that Mrs. Racer didn't want Sprital to see her so he was staying the night with one of his friends. The line on the heart monitor barely spiked. Tears gently ran down Trixie and Mrs. Racer's cheeks. Trixie sat in a chair that she had pulled close to the bed next to Speed and held his hand. Sparky sat on the opposite side of the bed with his chin resting on his cupped hands. Pops and Mrs. Racer sat in chairs at the foot of her bed. Style laid there as still as a statue. She didn't even look as if she was breathing.

Suddenly Speed jumped up and shoved his chair back. "This is all my fault!" he shouted angrily slamming his fist into the wall. "I should never have let her go."

"Speed you know that you couldn't have stopped her," Trixie said soothingly. "Style would have found some way to get out."

"Mr. and Mrs. Racer", a doctor said as he walked into the room. "My name is Dr. Bradford. Your daughter hadn't regained all of her strength after her last illness. She overexerted herself. This may or may not result in permanent damage."

"What do you mean by permanent damage?" Speed asked him.

"Well she could be paralyzed from the waist down," the doctor said. "It could slow down her brain capability. Ultimately it could result in her death. She might never wake up and then we would have to pull the life support system. That would instantly kill her. For now try talking to her. That might help. I would also advise sitting with her in shifts. Have only one or two of you in here at a time. Waking up to a room full of people might startle or frighten her and result in further injury. Also it might be several days before she wakes up. It will be better for all of you to have times where you can go home, sleep, get something to eat, and get cleaned up."

"We'll do just that Dr. Bradford," Mrs. Racer said. "So who is going to take the first shift?"

"I will," Speed volunteered.

"I'll stay with you," Trixie said as she got up and went over to stand next to him.

"No baby," Speed told her. "I need to talk to my sister alone this time. I'll stay with Ty tonight."

"Then I'll take the first shift tomorrow," Trixie said. "We can have three hour shifts and then the night shift so each of us can get a chance to sit with her each day. I'll come to relieve you tomorrow at nine Speed."

"I'll take second shift tomorrow," Sparky told them. "I'll come tomorrow at twelve."

"I'll bring Sprital tomorrow afternoon at three," Mrs. Racer said. "I'm sure that he'll want to come see Ty."

"I'll go from six to nine," Pops said.

"Then I'll take the night sift again," Speed said.

"Well we'll leave here with Ty," Mrs. Racer said leading the others out of the room. "Goodnight Speed."

"Goodnight everybody," Speed said then gave Trixie a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you baby. I just need to spend a little time with my sister."

"I understand," Trixie said squeezing his hand gently. "I love you too."

With that every one left Speed alone with Style. He walked over to her bedside and took his chair. He took her cold lifeless hand in his and bowed his head.

A/N: I just got back from my family vacation this year. I get back from summer camp. Then two days later I'm off again. Now in two weeks school starts for me. Where has summer gone? I don't want to start the eighth grade! It means that I have one year until high school! I don't want to start high school. It's too big! Well on with my story.