Author's Notes: Hello, everyone!!! I didn't get many reviews this chapter- only three. Oh, well.

KwazyKandyPie- Thanks!!!

Crazyfairy- This story ain't (now, if any of my friends heard me say that, they'd have a heart attack because they know how much of a grammar-freak I am) over yet. It may seem like it's over, but trust me; this is only half way through the story. I'm nervous about the play- auditions are next week.

KennyLivesInsideMe- Hehehe. This story ain't (once again, that word!!!) over yet!!! And please update soon.

EVERYONE PLEASE READ THIS: I won't be updating as often because of the play. I will try to update at least once a week, but if I get a lead, I will have practice about three times a week- and then there's Girl Scouts, dance, newspaper meetings… I'm sort of overwhelmed at the moment. BUT I WILL NOT ABANDON THIS STORY. DON'T PANIC!!! So will I update soon??? The answer is 42. Sorry, I just read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and I had to throw that in.The REAL answer is YES!!!

So, once again, a new chapter.

Chapter Nine: Waking Up

The days flew by. By Sunday evening, the entire city knew that Crocker was guilty. But they were all nervous about Timmy's condition, which stayed the same. They were all anxious to hear his side of the story. No one was allowed to see him accept for family.

On Monday, Timmy's schoolmates delivered a huge card signed by several of his friends. Here's what they wrote:

Tootie: My Timmy! I love you! Get well soon so that Vicky will stop terrorizing me more than usual!

Chester: Dude! What the heck happened to you? School's closed until they can get some trailers. Too bad you aren't here for the parties.

A.J.: I'm sorry that I didn't get there sooner. My cure for the common cold spilled, so I have to start from scratch.

Popular kids (there were several signatures under the message): At least we have more time to spend our money.

Sanjay: DING DONG, CROCKER'S GONE

Elmer: At least you didn't get a boil like I have.

Tuesday and Wednesday went by with no improvements.

Thursday was one week since the terrible d-hall, and people started to panic.

On Friday, they took Timmy off the respirator. They still wanted to keep an eye on his breathing, because it wasn't completely back to normal.

On Saturday, Timmy woke up.

Cosmo and Wanda had never left the room the entire time he was unconscious. His left arm, the one in the cast, was at his side, and the right one rested on top of his chest. They say that sometimes a person in a coma can hear you talk, and Wanda took advantage of that as she whispered to him constantly. She told him about Crocker, and read him the card. Cosmo was mostly silent, shocked and saddened by his godson's injuries.

It was about 9:30 that evening when he woke up. Visiting hours had been over for a half hour, and Timmy's parents left.

Everything was black… he could hear someone faintly whispering to him, although it sounded far away… Slowly, very slowly, he came back to consciousness.

Wanda first noticed when his right arm moved down to his side.

"Timmy?" she said quietly.

He groaned.

"Timmy!" Cosmo screamed.

"Shhh! Someone might hear!" Wanda hissed.

Timmy slowly opened his eyes. Everything was blurry at first, but soon everything was focused. The first thing he noticed was the pain in his head, then the prickly feeling in his hand from the IV. He looked around and gave a small, weak smile, but they could tell he was exhausted. His head ached.

"Wh-wh-what happened?" he inquired in a weak, raspy voice. It took a lot of work to say that.

"Actually, we were hoping you could tell us." Wanda said.

Suddenly, Timmy's eyes opened wide.

"Crocker! And…and the school!"

He tried to sit up, but it hurt too much.

"Calm down… the school was destroyed, but they sent Crocker to an insane asylum. It's okay," Wanda said when Timmy gave her a puzzled look, "it's been a little over a week since it all happened."

A doctor looked in, which led to more doctors and a bunch of tests. He was improving, but they had to put him on a ventilator that went in his nose. It wasn't comfortable, but at least he could breathe and talk without as much work. His parents weren't allowed to see him until the next day, but Officer Bruce came in soon after.

"So tell me your side of the story. You had d-hall because of a question about a pop test, right?"

"Uh huh. I got there, and sat there for a while. Then Crocker told me to get my stuff, but my locker was jammed. The janitor had gone home, and Crocker told me I would have another night of d-hall. Then he grabbed my arm and yanked me into his locker, which had an entry to his lab. I managed to get away, but my arm hurt. I started running, but he caught up and hit me. I whacked my head on a wall, and then I blacked out. I woke up ten minutes later, but my wrist was broken. I walked back to the classroom, and Crocker lit a bunch of papers on his desk. He locked the windows and door, and left. I ended up jumping out one of the windows, and I landed in the grass. I kept rolling, and then I hit my head on something. That's all I remember," Timmy said. His voice was still a little weak.

"Hmmm…Well, that doesn't contradict anything in my notes, so that's a believable story. Thank you, Timmy."

He left, and Timmy fell asleep soon after. He didn't give much detail in his story because, frankly, it still hurt a little to talk.

Author's note: Well, that was a longer chapter than I usually write, so I hope you people are happy!!! Where did everyone go??? Oh, well. Anyway, please review!!!