I woke up and looked around, well I tried to anyway…my eyes were swollen shut. I just lay there for what felt like hours when I heard my door unlock and open. It's started to whimper and cry until a voice calmed me.

"McKenzie…I'm Officer Owens…you're brother James called." The man said. I started to nod, and I put my hand under the mattress and took out my cell. The officer took my hand and led me out of the room. He sat me in a car, and gave me ice packs to put on my face. Some how, I was able to turn on my phone and push number 1 on the phone to speed dial my dad.

"Mack?"

"Dad…"

"Are you okay? What's going on, did Dawn touch you?"

"She slapped me around a little, but nothing I couldn't handle…" I lied. "I called James, he called the cops. They came and got me this morning."

"Good…where are you right now?"

"Uh, see I don't really know…my eyes are swollen shut."

"WHAT?"

"Nothing that hasn't been done before…just get here when you can dad." I sighed.

"I'll get there tonight." He said.

"Alright daddy, I love you."

"I love you too baby girl."

I hung up and covered my face with the ice.

"McKenzie, this is Officer Owens. I'm going to take you to the hospital." The voice said.

"Okay." We got in the car and drove for ten or 15 minutes. I took the ice off of my face and saw the hospital through the tiny slits I now had for my eyes." The officer guided me through the halls of the hospital. The nurse gave me a room and they did a physical. Then they hooked me up to some tubes and wires and junk. I fell asleep right after the doctor called my dad.

RANDY'S POV

I was sitting in my hotel room stressed out. I loved that little girl that was missing like she was my own daughter.

I sat down in front of the TV and it turned. The news was on, and I felt a huge smile spread on my face as I watched the report.

"And in other news…the Search for Mackie Winters is now over. She was found when she courageously called for help from a cell phone, giving her location. She was found in an abandoned house in Edmonton, Illinois being held hostage by siblings Bryce and Dawn Christenson."

The screen showed a guy with brown hair and none other than Dawn Marie in hand cuffs getting in a car. My heart fell to my feet as the woman continued.

"Young McKenzie is now in St. Elizabeth Hospital in Critical Condition. We'll keep you posted on her condition as information is released."

I jumped up and grabbed my cell phone. I called John.

"John, did you hear?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way to the airport already." He said.

"Reserve me a seat?" I said, grabbing my jacket and wallet.

"I got you man…London is already with me."

'Alright man, I'll be there in 20 minutes." I said, running down the hall and through the parking lot to my rental Ferrari. I started the car and sped to the Airport. I got there in 24 minutes, usually a 45 minute ride. I was flooring it all the way there. I ran through the airport and picked up my ticket. I made it through security, and I was in line to get on the plane when John called me again.

"Ran, where are you man?"

"I'm about six people behind you." I said, seeing his hat.

"Alright. You're in the seat next to London."

"Thanks man." I said, hanging up. We got on the plane and settled in for the flight. Three hours later, we were hailing a cab to St. Elizabeth Hospital. It was a 40 minute ride, seeing how we landed in Chicago and had to ride through and out of the city and into the suburbs. We paid the fare and then ran down the hall to the front desk.

"Can I help you sir?" the woman at the desk said.

"My daughter was brought here this morning." John said quickly.

"Name?"

"McKenzie…McKenzie Winters."

"The little girl the police brought in here? She's in room 364…ICU…pediatrics floor." She said, sadly.

"ICU…lil sis is in ICU?" London said, running his hands through his hair.

"Come on guys," John said, walking through the hospital. We fallowed him through the hospital, and he stopped at a door. When he opened it, there were a lot of people already in the room. I could see Mackie's friends there, and probably their parents. I looked at John, who was near tears.

JOHN'S POV

I looked at Mack lying in the bed. She had a bunch of wires and tubes sticking out everywhere. I walked out of the room and started to cry silently. I was sitting on the chair outside of the room when a doctor stopped at the door.

"John?" I looked up and seen a man standing there looking expectantly.

"Yeah…"

"It's me, Chris Ferguson…we were best friends before you moved."

"Fergie?" I said, recognizing him.

"Yeah. I'm McKenzie's doctor." He said, shaking my hand.

"How is she?"

"I'm not going to lie to you…it's a miracle she's alive. The damage is extensive. She's got a major concussion, her brain is swollen…we had to put a tube in her head to help regulate the pressure in her brain. She has three broken ribs, and one of her ribs punctured her lung. She's lucky she woke up when Officer Owens called to her. Her face will be bruised for a while…as well the rest of her body. We have to keep her under close observation for the next 24 hours to make sure she doesn't fall into a coma."

"I'm going to kill him…I swear to god, I'm going to kill him." I said quietly.

"Christenson didn't even do all of that…the broken ribs was another person…she said his name was Bill. He was working for them."

"I have to go sit with her…" I said, standing up and walking back in the room. I looked over at James who was stark white. I went and sat in the empty chair next to him…it was right next to the bed. I noticed that he was holding on to her hand so tight his knuckles were white.

"James…"

"Mr. C, she called me, told me they had a knife and cut her shirt off because it was yours…she told me to call the cops. I knew she'd be banged up, but not like this. Tubes and junk sticking out of her? This is so screwed up man. I should have gone over there like I thought to when she asked me not to…maybe I could have stopped some of this from happening…"

"James, you done more than you ever could. She saw you on the roof of your house and figured it out. Thanks to you, she figured out she was in the Peterson place...if you wouldn't have been sitting on your roof, she might be dead. So thanks to you…my little girl is alive." I said, looking at her. I noticed she still had on the locket. I touched it and then felt a tear trickle down my face.

"Hey baby girl…it's me. I got London and Orton here with me. We missed you. We're glad you're okay. Come on and open those bright eyes so you can tell me you're fine." I said, playing with her hair. "Little Bella….wake up Bella." I whispered.

"Guys, it's 9:00. We need to get you guys home." Courtney's mom spoke up. Courtney objected for about twenty minutes, but then the four of them left with their parents. Randy took James's seat, and London went on the other side and sat in Courtney's seat.

"Lil sis…its me; its London. Come on brown eyes…wake up for me. I owe you some money from Mania." He laughed. "Seriously…wake up Lil Sis. It hasn't been any fun without you leaving singing messages on my voicemail. I can't tease you about Shane if you're in here…come on…get up brown eyes." He said, holding on to her hand.

"Guess it's my turn, huh?" Randy said, looking at her. "Mackie, it's Randy. What's my favorite girl doing in here? I need her to be at home with her friends so I can call her and have her tell me she believes in me. I need ya Mack…come on and get up. I need you to tell me it's okay that I lost. Get up short stuff." He sighed, looking at her with tears in his eyes.

We sat there for about at hour, making phone calls to everyone and telling them about Mack's condition. We were sitting there for a while, until…

"It's okay you lost…" a raspy voice said. We looked over and saw Mack blinking slightly, but her eyes still closed.

"Mack…you're okay!" I said, smiling.

"I could hear when you guys were talking…I just couldn't say anything. I don't know why, but I couldn't." she whispered.

"How are you feeling baby girl?" I asked playing with her hair.

"Dad, there's a tube sticking out of my head…how do you think I feel?" she rasped.

"Smart ass." I said, getting up and ringing a nurse. They came in with Fergie…my old friend and asked us to step out while they did an exam on Mack. When they allowed us in, I got slightly good news.

"What's the news doc?" London said, looking anxious.

"Well, she woke up because the pressure is gone in her brain. We can remove the tube in her head, but we had to add one to help her breathe until we can get her in surgery to fix her punctured lung. The bad news is, we didn't catch it at first because of all the other injuries, but she's paralyzed, from the waist down. It isn't permanent though…with a Physical Therapist; she can regain full use of her lower extremities."

I looked at my little girl, who was hooked up to about a million machines.

"When can you get her in surgery?"

"Today…3:30 we have her scheduled."

"Good. When can she go home?"

"Once she's recovered from her surgery…about a week." I knew I couldn't stay... I made a quick decision.

"The days I can, I'll be down here. But I don't want her alone at any time…I'll send Superstars that will want to see her down, and her friends will be here as well…but I want security at this door around the clock."

"I can arrange that. She's a sweet kid John; I used to help Isabella out with her…she was like my little sister you know…she called me Uncle Fergie. I love that girl too. I never had any idea about what he was doing to her."

"I know man…we go back man, way back." I said, nodding. "I have to leave tomorrow for Smackdown…I can't get out of it…I'm the Champ."

I heard clapping, and I could see Mackie trying to get my attention. I handed her a pen and a notebook.

"Congrats on becoming Champ dad…I knew you could do it!" she wrote.

"Thanks baby girl…I knew it too." I smiled.

"Tell Randy I'm sorry he lost…I did believe in him though…" Then she drew a sad face. I smiled at her and tossed the notebook to Randy and London.

"Thanks Short Stuff…that's why you're my favorite girl." He smirked.

"So I'm Paralyzed huh?" she wrote, handing it back to me.

"Yeah, we're gonna get you into Physical Therapy once you get out of here." I said softly.

"I'm scared…what if I never walk again?" she scribbled.

"You'll walk. You're a fighter…you're too stubborn to stay in a wheelchair…look at your dad!" Randy said, reading over my shoulders.

"What happened to Dawn and Bryce?"

"Arrested right now…but if they get out…I'm gonna kill them." I said.

"Don't do that dad…I lost mom already, I can't lose you too…"

"You won't lose me."

"What time is it?"

"A little after midnight baby girl."

"I'm Sleepy."

"Go on to sleep…we'll be here in the morning…so will some more people." London said, smiling at her. Mackie fell asleep in about 2 minutes flat. I called everyone and they said they were coming to visit her for a while the next day. I asked Charlie to bring my and Mack's things from the hotel, and he was bringing them. I called my parents and told them everything, and they said they'd set Mackie up in the downstairs guest room since she wouldn't be able to get upstairs to my old one. Then the three of us chose a chair and fell asleep.

MACKIE'S POV

I woke up the next day to see my dad knocked out cold. His head was completely back and he was snoring slightly. I tried to giggle, but I couldn't. Just then the door opened, and I stiffened. Then Charlie and Jackie walked in carrying a bunch of things and I relaxed.

"Hey girly…how are you feeling?" Charlie smiled. I grabbed the notebook dad gave me and scribbled down a note.

"How do I think you feel?" he smiled. "like hell, I suppose?"

I nodded. Then I looked a Jackie who had tears in her eyes. I motioned for the notebook and scribbled what was wrong.

"I just can't get over how brave you are…to go through all you did and still keep smiling…"

I wrote another note.

"how can you smile with a tube down your throat…honestly Mackie…you're such a smart aleck!" she laughed.

"Don't blame me, blame my dad…" I scribbled.

"Ha, ha." She smiled. Then she hugged me as best as she could and sat in the chair on the other side of a sleeping London.

"I got something for ya…" Charlie said. He reached in a bag and pulled out my laptop. I clapped my hands and motioned for it. I immediately turned it on and logged on to my instant messenger. I saw a particular screen name and tried to squeal but it didn't work out.

(AN: Mack's SN will be shortened as will Everyone else's as I get sick of typing…)

Obsessed-with-Orton: Courtney! Hey!

Hass-of-Obsession: Mackie, you're Okay! OMG, I'm gonna tell James to get on…it's his Comp lab time too…brb…

OWO: K.

HOS: I'm back…go 2 our chat room….

I logged into our chat room, where everyone was already there.

OWO: Guys!

Hurricane-Season: Sweet Pea, you're alright…what did the doc say?

OWO: Well, Aside from Broken ribs and having my face purple from the bruises Bryce gave me…. I have to go into surgery 2day for a punctured lung…and I'm…

Living-4-the-Moment: Well…out with it!

OWO: Chill out Paul…it's kinda hard to tell you guys this…

619-ways-2-cheat-2-win: Shut up dude!

OWO: Greg…chill out…he's anxious to know…

HS: Well, what's up Mack?

OWO: I'm paralyzed…from the waist down.

619: Don't tell me something like that…I just wanna hear that my baby doll is okay.

OWO: Guys, I'm scared…what if I don't walk again?

HS: Don't say that to me, don't say that ever in your life. You're gonna walk again…you're too stubborn to stay in a wheelchair.

HOS: Yeah girly…oh no, there's the bell…we'll see you after school!

OWO: Yeah, I'll see you after my surgery, I go in right when you guys get outta school.

HS: We'll be there.

619: Yeah, all of us.

HOS: We're skipping band and coming str8 there.

OWO: You guys better not! Bandfest is in 2 weeks! Go to practice, and I'll still be here when you guys get out.

HS: U sure?

OWO: Yeah…

HS: k…we'll see you 4:45.

OWO: K…C U guys l8r.

Obsessed-With-Orton has logged off

I logged off and just as I did, Dad woke up.

"Hey, I see someone automatically got on the computer when they got it…" he smiled. He walked over to me and kissed my forehead.

I wrote another note.

"How long till you can talk again? Well, you go in surgery in about…" he looked at his watch. "two and a half hours baby girl."

"I'm not feeling good…it's starting to hurt more to breathe." I wrote.

"I know…just bear it a little while longer."

"I can't. It hurts too bad…can I have some more medicine?" I scribbled quickly.

"Sweety, I don't think you can; your surgery is too close to give you more. I'll check with the doctor though." He said, walking out the room. Charlie and Jackie fallowed behind and they closed the door behind them, waking Randy and London.

JOHN'S POV

"Hey…How's she really doing man?" Charlie said, looking at me.

"She's paralyzed from the waist down man."

"Damn…what are you gonna do when it's time for Smackdown? I mean, I know you're not leaving her alone."

"No way man, someone's gonna be here with her at all times for the week she has to stay in this place. I don't want anything to happen to her…I mean look at her…" I went off into space.

"John, that little girl is stronger than most of us. She took all of that abuse and torture, but she still keeps a sence of humor. She still tries to look out for others more than herself." Jackie said.

"I know…something needs to be done for her. She's to special dude." Charlie said.

"I know that…she's so much like her mother…even when she's hurt…she still congratulated me on my win and said she knew I could do it. In the past 24 hours, she only just said she was hurting before we left the room. She first woke up and said to Randy 'It's okay you lost.' Then she said that she always believed in Randy, even if he lost. She's special. I have to figure out something to do for her." I said, looking at the two. I saw a nurse walking down the hall looking at a folder and I stopped her.

"Excuse me ma'am?"

"Well, Cena, I hardly think I'm a ma'am." She smirked. I looked at her hard and broke into a smile.

"Kerry…Kerry Williams. You lived next door to me." I said, hugging her. "What, did all of my friends just start working at St.E's?"

"Pretty much we all went into some kind of medicine…except for Isabella…did you hear about her?"

"Yeah…I heard. Why do you think I'm here?" I said.

"She's yours…I should have known…she look's just like you John."

"I know. But I wanted to ask you…Mack, she's in a lot of pain from the ribs and it's starting to get painful for her to breathe again. She wants to know if she can have more medicine. She's two hours to surgery."

"Well, we can give her a small dose of morphene, but it's not going to be enough to take her completely out of her misery…it will dullen the pain though…enough to make it bareable."

"Give it to her…I can't stand to see her in pain. Even if her face doesn't show it…her eyes do."

"No problem. I'll have it in her IV in less than 10 minutes." She said, walking down the hall. I walked back to the room where Mack was playing TicTacToe with London. Just as I sat down, Mack's cell started to ring. "She Will Be Loved" filled the room and she motioned for me to answer it. I grabbed the phone.

"Hello Shane."

"Mr.C? That you?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"How is she? She's not dead is she?"

"She's not dead Shane." I said, laughing slightly.

"Can I talk to her?'

"She has a breathing tube down her throat…she can't talk to anyone even if she wanted to…and trust me. She wants to."

"Just could you put the phone to her ear?" he said.

"She can't talk."

"I know…but I just need to tell her something."

"Alright"

I got up and put the phone to her ear. She pushed a button, then started nodding after a while. She pushed another button, and then smiled as best as she could with a tube in her mouth. She hung up the phone and then looked at London. He just smiled and nodded.

"Okay, either you two can read eachother's minds, or teenagers…and young adults are strange." I said, looking at the two of them. London just laughed and rolled his eyes. Kerry came in and gave her the dose of Morphene, and doctors came in and out, getting her ready for Surgery. Soon, The surgron came in and said it was time.

"Alright baby girl…stay strong for me?" I said, kissing her forehead. She nodded.

"See you in a few Short Stuff."

"Get back here so I can kick your butt in TicTacToe…brown eyes." London smiled.

The doc wheeled her and her machines out of the room and took her into the OR. All I could do is sit and wait.

MACK'S POV

The Doctor wheeled me into the Room and prepped me. They put the mask on me and told me to count down slowly from 100. I made it to 75 and was out like a light.