Disclaimer I don't own Brace Face, but I do own Cynthia.

A/n: Just a reminder possible Fem slash or Shajo Ai (female love). Also this is a look into some real life type events. This story will not be a walk in the park so expect some twists and turns.

Chapter 2

Minutes felt like hours and Hours felt like days As Connor and the Spitz family made their mad dash to the hospital to see Sharon. The car couldn't seem to go fast enough for their liking and none of them wanted to make this trip.

Only 14 years old, and now Sharon was in one of the biggest fights no teenager should ever have to face, a fight for her very life. The sound of humming with an occasional beep echoed through the small room any sign that the person in the bed was still alive. Tubes came out of nearly every avaible space like little snakes seeking pray. The tubes ran to machines that lined most of the walls in the room.

Outside footsteps echoed through the hospital as people rushed here and there doing their own things. A girl sat in a wheelchair outside of one of the ICU rooms her tan hand pressed against the glass window. Her face blank her hand sweating as if waiting for someone or something. The sound of a cat's meouw drew her from her thoughts and her free hand flew to her hip where her cell phone once again took residence. Flipping it open she glanced at the caller ID before her finger pressed against the green boton that would answer the call. "Hello?" came her reply her voice showing every hint of mixed emotion that now raced through her body.

"Cynthia, this is Sharon's mother….any news on my little girl?" she asked a bit fearful of the answer.

"She will recover… that's all I know. The doctor said she was lucky because she wars a bike helmet." Cynthia replied her voice showing her fear still not able to relax.

"We will be there soon hon, and I want to thank you for being there for her." Mrs spitz replied keeping herself calmed and relaxed. Needless to say that was much easier said then done at this point.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Cynthia found herself completely surrounded by Sharon's friends and family. No one spoke for the longest time not knowing what to say. A man holding a clipboard and dressed in a white lab coat approached the family standing outside the window. "Are you Sharon's mother?" he asked to Mrs Spitz. At her nod he continued laying out her daughter's condition.

Mrs Spitz's face turn whiter then the sheet her daughter was currently lying on upon hearing the news. According to the doctor she did suffer some head injuries, but thanks to the helmet, they weren't too severe. His biggest concern being that she may not see. Aside from that she broke a few ribs…and her back suffered the most damage. Her write ankle broke in three places, and part of it shattered.

The moment the doctor gave his approval, mrs spitz joined her daughter at her bedside fallowed closely by her brothers, then her friends. Cynthia sat outside in her wheelchair hugging herself and shaking fearing for sharon's life. Although all signs pointed to good, Cynthia didn't feel all to convinced. Maria arrived, and at first accused Cynthia of putting Sharon in front of that truck. Connor had defended her, but Maria wouldn't hear any of it. Sharon and her were the best of friends, and even if she wouldn't admit it, she started to think her feelings might be stronger then just friendship. Quickly plastering on a smile and hiding her paind feelings twords Cynthia, she forced herself to ask, "How is Sharon?"

Mrs spitz looked down at Maria then back at her little girl. "she is luckly and she will pull through… although she'll have a long road to recovery." Came the heart felt reply as the woman took her daughter's hand in her own.

"That's good news." Maria said with a fake since of hopefulness her hate for Cynthia starting to show through as she tapped Connor on the arm.

"What is it?" he whispered.

"We need to talk in private." She told him pointing out the window at Cynthia who sat outside still trying to calm herself.

"Alright… but… I think your making a bigger deal out of this then it has to be." Connor warned fallowing Maria out and to an unused room to talk. "Before you say anything I think I know what this about right?" Connor voiced his question nearly a bit fearful of how Maria might respond.

"You know Cynthia has a lot to do with this. Sharon shouldn't been so trusting of her. How do we know she didn't set up the accident?" Maria started, but Connor acted like he didn't want to hear it. He coughed and sneezed repeatedly effectively blocking out most of what Maria had to say. He didn't do it to be rude, but it had a lot to do with the air in most hospitals. Connor was well known amoung his group of friends to have the most problems with algeries, and this was one time he proved that fact to be right.

"I get what your saying Maria, but you have it all wrong. When I arrived on the sceane, she had Sharon as stable as possible called for help, and was going to call you. She really cares about all of us, and she is not as bad as you are making her out to be. You need to learn to give people more credit." Connor scolded softly between sneezing fits.

"But, you cant forget everything she has done. She stole Sharon away from us, and I bet she is sitting there plotting another way to kill her off." Maria argued.

"No you have it all wrong. She is taking it harder then Mrs Spitz having witnessed two deaths and not being able to do a thing about them. To see Sharon like this is tearing her up inside." Connor responded in Cynthia's defense.

Maria couldn't think of another thing to say. Any come backs she had didn't seem to fit. Her anger for Cynthia still remained, but she knew that Connor wasn't going to see Cynthia the way that she did and that was that. Sighing she pretended to agree with Connor and the two entered the busey hospital once more. Upon reaching Sharon's room Maria's fits clinched and unclenched several times as anger over came her once more. However, she truly didn't know where it came from and what caused her to feel it. Maybe what connor said was true, but….she couldn't think.

After several hours Mrs. Spitz left her daughter's room informing Maria and Connor that she was going home to sleep and offered Maria and Connor a ride. They both agreed and now Cynthia remained in the hospital refusing to take the offered ride. She had told Sharon's mom that all she wanted and wished that she could turn back time and prevent this mess from happening. However, try as she might and no matter how hard she wished, she simpley didn't have any such powers of any kind.

Taking a deep breath she took her place along side Sharon's bed. Placing both her hands over the one Free hand Sharon had she closed her eyes praying like her parents had tought her to do so many yyears ago. While she remained beside the sleeping Sharon, her mind became over loaded with flashbacks and memories. Some memories were of happy times that she had with her family. Of the cats her family once owned. In a way, Sharon's love of animals reminded her so much of her mother. Even though Cynthia's family ate meat, her mother would rescue as many animals as huminally possible.

It wasn't uncommon to see more then 20 animals or more of all different kinds. At one time, the household had 2 goldfish, 7 dogs, 5 cats, and 10 or more birds. When Cynthia ran, the house had 2 dogs, 4 cats, and the birds and fish had either passed on, or were given away. After her mother's death, a relative of Cynthia had taken the remaining bird, and when Cynthia left she took the last thing she remembered getting from her mother that being a soft buff and not to mention living cat. She had named him precious, and to this day that cat sure grown to live up to his name.

Darkness seemed to fill a void a darkness that the person wanted to get away from. Blue eyes strained to open to let light filter into the darkness removing it, but the person quickly closed them when the light gave them pain. Re trying their eyes the pain in them subsided only for them to become aware of a pain filled void seemingly swimming through their vains. A groan came from parched and hard to use lips as the person became painfully aware of tubes jetting from their nose and mouth.

The groaning broke Cynthia from her slumber, and even though she couldn't see Sharon, she could tell the girl had woken from her deep sleep and had tried to speak. Using one hand, she pressed the help option on Sharon's bedside remote…to signal to the staff outside that Sharon had made some progress to recovery.

Within moments a nurse entered the room and checked Sharon's eyes and vitals fallowed soon after by a doctor. Cynthia took that moment to redial the last number that had called her knowing that it was Sharon's mother. To say that she felt over joyed at the news child had woken up was the understatement of the year. In fact Cynthia had to hold the phone away from her ear to block out the pounding in her head from the event at hand.

Soon enough the tiny room became crammed with Sharon's family. Cynthia rolled off to a small corner so that Sharon's mother could be close to her child. It pained to see the closeness between the two of them but Cynthia had learned long ago how to hide such emotions finding them to be a waste of time. "Hi mom…Where is Cynthia?" Sharon asked the moment her mouth was freed from the tube obstructing it. Naturally her voice cracked and appeared scratchy from lack of use. "I want to thank her for saving my life." She finished after downing a full glass of water that her mother had handed her.

"she is right over there. She moved so I could be near you. She is a good friend. She has been here the whole time while I went home to get some sleep." Mrs Spitz informed her child before asking, "So how are you feeling?"

"Well I can't see and every part of my body hurts…but other then that fine." Sharon responded not yet alarmed by the fact she couldn't see.

"Good to see you taking this so well sweetheart." Mrs spitz started not quite sure if Sharon knew just how much she may never see again. The fact that she took it so calmly made her feel a little better although not completely convinced. "You do know that the doctor said you may never recover your vision sweetie…" she started slowly watching the reaction on Sharon's face.

The moment the news of being blind permently reached her ears, Sharon's face paled considerable just as her mother had suspected. After all news like that would be devastating to someone who was used to seeing.

"No, this can't be happening. Please say its not true." Sharon cried and Her mother hugged her as best she could not wanting to crush her child.

"Loosing your vision is very difficult I know. I used to be able to see once upon a time, but over the years I slowly lost it." Cynthia cut in slowly making her way back to Sharon's side.

And, we will be right here by your side through this difficult time." Her mother confirmed.

Sharon smiled at them both, "thanks for everything." She whisper as sleep claimed her.