Disclaimer: I do not own the song "My Bloody Valentine" by Good Charlotte, so nobody sue me. I only own the characters and the plot.

Lauren woke up with a start. Someone pushed her back down onto the white bed that she was sleeping. "Jerry! Where are you??? CHRIS???" she bellowed. Where was she? It was all white. She couldn't see clearly. She only saw white. Blurs were moving. "Hon, it's okay. You're safe now. You have to calm down," a soft voice said. "BUT WHAT ABOUT JERRY AND CHIRS??? WHERE ARE THEY??? WHERE AM I??? I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!!!! HELP ME!" she screamed. She didn't mean to, but she needed answers, and she needed them now. "This might help." The voice seemed to belong to a woman. She removed something from Lauren's head. They were bandages. Her eyes could see. She was in a hospital. The voice belonged to a nurse. The moving blurs were doctors. The bed was a hospital bed. Things still didn't seem to make sense. So from all this, Lauren guessed she was still alive. But what about Jerry and Chris? They had to be ok. They just had to be. "Lauren," the nurse said. "My name is Nurse Hillock and I'll be taking care of you. I'll answer all of your questions, but you have to calm down ok. I'm not even supposed to be talking to you right now. If the doctor sees me I could lose my job. But I feel you have the right to know what happened." Lauren appreciated the nurse's doing, but could not find her voice. Nurse Hillock understood. "3 days ago," Nurse Hillock began. "There was a shooting in the Metropolitan Museum of Art when you're class was in a field trip. I believe you know the reasons for the shooting, as I do not wish to repeat them, because the mere thought of what that boy did is simply disgusting." Lauren nodded. Nurse Hillock continued. "Well, this boy, Andrew, shot 2 of your classmates and you. He shot you in you shoulder, narrowly missing you heart, but leaving fragments of the bullet in your lungs. You were brought to us just in time and we managed to save you. You were in a coma for 3 days. You're parents will be so relieved that you are now awake." So that explained the pain in the shoulder, but nothing else. "Well, the 2 boys shot were Christopher Malliot and Jeremy Flagon." "WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM? TELL ME!! I NEED TO KNOW!!!" Lauren was hysterical. Her hair was messed up and she was sobbing. Nurse Hillock sighed. "Christopher Malliot died 3 days ago because of a bullet that went in his heart." Now Lauren was uncontrollable. Chris had loved her, and he died for her. But she never paid attention to him. This pain was just too much. "What about Jerry?" she choked. The nurse sighed again. "He was shot in the head. But he's still alive. It's a miracle." Lauren lifted he head up. Jerry was alive!! Jerry was alive!!!! "But Lauren," Nurse Hillock said with a frown. "He's in a coma, and they don't expect him to live." Lauren returned to her uncontrollable weeping. "Can I see them?" she asked so quietly that Nurse Hillock asked her to repeat herself. "I can show you Chris's body, and I can take you to Jerry's room." Lauren got out of bed, ignoring the pain that was throbbing in her left shoulder, and followed the nurse. They first stop to the room Chris was in. Someone was already there, crying. Lauren knew who it was. "Nia....." Lauren began, but the nurse shushed her. Nia needed some time. She lifted up her head up to reveal a red, puffy face, swollen from crying so much. "Lauren I'm sorry for everything I ever said. I'm so sorry..." They embraced, and it was minutes before they let go. Lauren left the room and headed for Jerry's. Jerry was in hospital bed. Seeing him so powerless and weak made Lauren cringe. The nurse left the room so Lauren could talk to Jerry. "Jerry? I know you probably can't hear me, but I want to talk to you anyway." She wiped her tears away. "Jerry, you took my heart from the start. I love you and always will." He didn't move. "And," she continued. "You are the faith that keeps me going everyday. Jerry don't go, because you'll leave behind to many people who love. Jerry please don't go."