Chapter Three

Summer was moaning for the millionth time. Try billionth. Her leg was killing her. Luckily, Cohen had gotten help, and she was in the hospital. She wanted to kill Seth. After all, it had taken him 3 hours to help her! She wanted to tell him that she'd kick his butt once she was stable, but she didn't have the strength. Right now she wanted Marissa with her.

This is not how she had pictured her vacation. She had envisioned that for once her and Seth wouldn't fight. They would ski together non-stop. They would sit by the fire, roasting marshmallows. It would be the perfect vacation. So much for that.

"Thanks," Summer managed to tell Seth.

"I'm just glad you're alright," Seth told her.

"Do you think I'm okay? No, I'm not."

Seth looked startled.

Summer realized that she accidentally might have come down too hard on him.

"I'm sorry, but I'm in so much pain!" Summer cried.

Knock, knock.

Summer turned toward the door. The doctor came to tell her the results.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you're leg is seriously injured. You'll probably need surgery. Immediately.

Summer sobbed some more. Normally she would tell him off and explain that she would be fine and she didn't care what he said. She was too weak to argue. Summer just had to sadly accept the truth.

Her vacation was going to suck.

Marissa was on her way to the hospital after the long flight. That flight had been a disaster.

The ticket woman wouldn't give her a ticket unless she was 18.

Then after Marissa made a big charade that she was 18, the flight was delayed for an hour.

Then her luggage was stolen.

Then she was too busy in the bathroom, that she almost missed her flight.

Hopefully her bad luck would end right there.

Ryan and Sandy were at the New York airport, waiting to board their flight. Ryan couldn't stop thinking about how Summer was doing. She was his friend, sort of. His girlfriend's best friend, so he guessed that counted. He couldn't imagine how much pain she was in. He was thinking about how Seth was coping. How Marissa was managing. After all, it's not like every day you're best friend is in a car accident.

Sandy had been able to get a direct flight to Denver, and luckily the flight was on time. They boarded the plane, and were off to see Summer.