Chapter Three
(I forgot to add this to the other chapters.)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, only Becca and the drunk.

"What? Come on, Dr. Sloan. Tell me. I can take it."
When he told her, she couldn't take it, because she broke down in tears. In the courtroom, an hour into the trial, Jesse and Steve had already testified, and Amanda just finished.
"Where's Mark?" Jesse whispered to Steve. "I thought he said he'd be here."
"I know. Me too." Steve whispered back.
Just then, the door in the back opened, and Mark walked down the aisle, and made his way to the prosecutor. Mark whispered into his ear, and the prosecutor nodded. Mark turned around and walked back out of the door, while the prosecutor stood up.
"Your honor, we would like to call a witness."
The judge nodded, so the prosecutor continued.
"Rebecca Travis, please come forward."
At the mention of Beck's name, Jesse perked up, and turned around. Mark was pushing Rebecca down the aisle. She was in a wheelchair. Mark brought her to the front, and turned her around. Becca tapped him, and he knelt down. She whispered something into his ear, and he nodded. They bailiff swore her in, as well as Mark, and the prosecutor proceeded with the questioning.
"Please tell the court your name."
"Rebecca Travis."
"And how old are you?"
"16."
Please tell us what happened on July 15."
Rebecca proceeded to tell her side of the story, up to the point of where she hit the road. Mark then picked up the story from there, as Becca had asked, telling what had happened till she regained consciousness. Rebecca picked it up again. Jesse had thought she was finished, but she took a deep breath, and continued.
"Now, there's something else that nobody knows except Dr. Sloan. The- I'm-w-"
Becca choked up, and couldn't continue. She looked to Mark, and he took up the story.
"I had had a few questions I needed answered about Rebecca, so we did several different kinds of tests. The results came back today and I haven't had the opportunity to tell anyone else."
Mark took a breath, and continued.
"The way you see Rebecca, minus the casts and bandage on her head, is the way she will be for the rest of her life. Unless there is some medical miracle, Rebecca Travis will never walk again."
The courtroom started buzzing till the judge pounded his gavel.
"Order. Order in the court."
The room quieted.
"No further questions your honor," the prosecutor told the judge.
"Would the defense like to cross-examine the witness?" the judge asked.
The defense lawyer shook his head, so Mark took the handles of Becca's wheelchair, and pushed her to a place in the aisle, beside her Uncle Jesse. The two lawyers proceeded with their closing statements, and then it was up to the jury. While the jury was in the room, deciding whether the defendant was guilty or not, Jesse and Rebecca were talking.
"So, you paralyzed?" Jesse asked.
She just nodded.
"I'm really sorry Beck. Really I am."
"That's okay Uncle Jess. I'm sure I'll manage with that fact."
They continued to talk, until the door opened, and the jury came out. All of the members of the jury sat down.
"Have you come to a conclusion?" the judge asked the jury.
"We have your Honor," a young man said, as he stood.
"Would you all rise." the bailiff said, his voice full of boredom.
Everyone in the courtroom except Rebecca stood up. The young jury member read from a slip of paper in his trembling hand.
"We the jury, find the, uh, defendant, Thomas Rodgers, guilty on all charges."
About half of the courtroom started clapping. Mark and Jesse looked down at Rebecca who was smiling.
"Hey there, why are you smiling?" Jesse inquired of his niece.
"Well, he got what he deserved. That's exactly what I wanted."
The five stayed in the courtroom till most of the crowd had gone, to make it easier for Rebecca to get through. A couple days later, at the Sloan's beach house, the five were having a fun time. Becca's head bandage and the cast on her arm had come off, and she was beginning to learn how to steer the chair. Amanda, Jesse, Mark, Rebecca and Steve were playing tag. Steve was it, and he was trying to tag Rebecca. But, she was too fast, and was out-wheeling him.
"Come on Lieutenant Sloan. Catch me!" Rebecca giggled.
Steve took a big sprint, just as Beck wheeled out of the way. Steve landed on the floor, the only thing that was hurt, being his pride. The other four were laughing.
"Steve," his father laughed "we're not playing baseball. Just tag."
With that, Steve took off after his dad, and tackled him onto the couch. They all began laughing.

The End