A/N I was looking at my other stories and most of the time it seems like I always seem to have an accident happening. Lol.

Chapter Three: The Only Thing I Have is You

Summer stood outside the hospital doors, biting her thumbnail and inhaling the noxious fumes every time the door opened. She wanted to go in and she wanted to run away all at the same time. She turned slowly and was about to run back to LAX to get on a plane to New York when she saw a familiar face. Marissa was sitting in a chair, pretending to read a magazine while she tapped her foot impatiently. As Summer walked closer, she could see that she had been crying.

"Coop?" she whispered softly, causing the girl to jerk at the name. Summer gasped when she saw her. Her figure was gaunt, her complexion pale. But what scared her even more were her eyes. All they were were blank and empty spaces, looking through Summer and not at her. Summer froze.

"Hi, Summer," Marissa said, her voice clicking. Summer ran over to her and wrapped her arms around her thin body. Marissa's arms slowly went around her and Summer manuevered herself into a chair as Marissa let out the waterworks.

"Oh, my God Summer, I didn't know it was going to be this fucking bad," Marissa whispered through the sobs wracking her small frame. Summer's blood turned cold.

"What's so bad?" she asked, pulling away fromMarissa and staring into those blank eyes. "Tell me what happened, Coop!"

Marissa sighed and swiped at her face. Her eyes went to the floor as she began to speak.

"Ryan and Seth were coming... were coming home from this party and this guy... he had been at the party too and he had been drinking a lot." Summer's breath slowed. Marissa took a deep breath and went on.

"Anyway, they were coming home and they were going through... through the intersection when that guy hit them and... he hit them on the driver's side and... and Ryan was driving and he... and he..." Marissa couldn't go on.

"Is Ryan dead?" Summer whispered. Marissa shook her head. "No, but he's in a coma. And Seth... he thinks this is all his fault. He thinks he should have been the one driving."

Summer felt a small tear trickle down her cheek. "Why didn't you tell me about Ryan on the phone?" she asked softly.

Marissa cast her eyes down again. "Because I knew you wouldn't come."

Summer's eyes welled up as she hugged Marissa again. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry."

Marissa nodded against her shoulder. "I know why you had to leave. I just didn't want you to."

Summer looked at her and smiled slightly. "Well, I won't do it again. So, can I go see Cohen?" Marissa laughed lightly. "Yeah, I think he's asleep. He's in room 217."

Summer got up and walked a little bit before she realized that Marissa was still sitting on the chair. "Aren't you coming?"

Marissa shook her head. "No, I have to wait here to see what's happening with Ryan." Summer nodded and made her way down the hall to 217.

Seth Cohen wasn't much of a crier. The last time he had cried was in fifth grade, when Luke had, once again, embarassed him in front of the entire class. The only thing different about that time was that Seth had actually tried to fight back, which got him in trouble instead of Luke. After that, Luke had pretty much ignored him with the punches and continued with the insults. He could take that. Since then, he hadn't cried. Until today. Hestill couldn't believe her words.

"Ryan's in a coma and Summer's not coming."

Just like that. It tore him apart. He nodded and looked away, not wanting Marissa to see him cry, to see that he knew it was his fault. If he would have been driving or if he would have made Ryan wear his seatbelt, things would have been different. He laughed at the irony. It had been the only time Ryan hadn't put on his seatbelt.And Seth forgot to remind him. It took him a second for the other part of the statement to hit. Summer, his Summer, wasn't going to be there for him. In his time of need, she wasn't going to be there. He didn't know whether to hate her or hate himself. He couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, hate Summer, so he began to hate himself. Ever since the day she had left, it had torn at him. A hatred so deep he could feel it. And now it was going to come crashing down on him.And if Ryan was gone... what would he have to live for? Nothing, that's what. Seth was thinking all these things over as he came slowly out of sleep and began to wonder what the pressure was on his hand. All he could see was a huge dark blob on top of it. He blinked a few times and when he realized what was actually on his hand, his breathing stopped, causing the monitors to beep ferociously. Summer quickly sat up, her brown hair flying into her face, a horrified look on her face. Their eyes met and Summer quickly began breathing again, as did Seth, calming the monitors.Seth's eyes narrowed as he stared at her, wondering what the hell she was doing there and being ecstatically happy that she was.

She chewed on her thumbnail again. By this time tomorrow, she wasn't going to have a thumbnail. Smiling slightly, she whispered, "Hey Seth."