Carey was worrried about Cody. He had been awake for almost an hour, and he still hadn't said anything. "Doctor Beil, can I talk to you in private?"

"Why, sure you can. Step into my office," doctor Beil said walking down the hallway. Carey followed close behind.

When they got to doctor Beil's office,he sat down behind a wooden desk while Carey sat in a chair opposite of him. "I have some questions to ask you, and I'd like some honest answers. I know that sometimes doctors don't tell the whole truth because they don't want the family to get worried, but I really feel that I can handle the whole truth," mumbled Carey.

"Okay, I'll tell you the whole truth. What do you want to know?"

"Well. Cody's been up for almost an hour now. Why isn't he talking yet. Is it normal for him not to talk?"

"Yeah. I thought that was funny, too. When Cody first came in he had a wound on the back of his head. I thought that maybe the head injury had something to do with it, but I looked at the x-rays that we took after his surgery, and there wasn't anything that suggests brain damage. If you want to know the truth, I think he saw something yesterday that he can't handle."

"What do you mean?"

"Sometimes, when people see something really bad, their brain gets stressed out and doesn't want to do anything. Usually the person goes into what is called Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. In other words, they just lay in a bed all day with a glazed look over their eyes. Now, I know that's not what happend to Cody because he does move around, but what I don't knowis what he is suffering from."

"So basically, you have no idea how to fix Cody?"

"As of right now, yes, but my staff is trying really hard to find out what is going through Cody's head, and the best way is to hire a phyciatrist. I could do that for you if you want."

"Could you? I need to know what happened to my baby."

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"Zack! Oh my God. I left as soon as you called. How are you holding up? Is Cody going to be alright?" said Maddie, pulling Zack into a hug. Usually Zack would have taken advantage of that moment, but he was to shaken up about Cody to care. He just needed some comfort right now.

"I'm holding up. I think Cody's going to be okay, too," Zack paused. "It's just that..."

"What Zack? You can tell me."

"Cody isn't talking. Not to me or mom...I don't know what to do," Zack began to cry and he fell into the softness of Maddie's shirt.

After what seemed like hours, the two pulled apart, realizing that London had been standing there all along. "So Zack, when are you going to let us see Cody?" London asked.

Zack smiled and said, "Right now, but just to warn you, he doesn't talk. Actually, he doesn't really do much at all. He just sits there in his bed. Once I got him to smile, but only for a second. I told him his favorite math joke." Then the three walked down the hall to Cody's room.

"Hey Cody!" The three said one by one. Maddie and London both took their turns to hug Cody. They were kind of suprised when he actually hugged back. Maddie, London, and Zack talked to Cody for a long time, hoping that he would say something, but the words never came, and none of them knew why.

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Cody's POV

Maddie, London, and Zack just came into the room. The girls are hugging me. I should hug them back.

Now they are talking to me. Do they really expect me to answer them? If I was going to talk to someone, it would be Zack, and I can't talk to him. If I talked to him, I would tell him about the guy with the long hair. I can't keep secrets. Nope. Not from Zack. He's my brother. I tell him everything. Besides, I don't think that Zack could keep my secret from mom. He would feel like he is protecting me by telling mom, but that's not true. He his only putting mom and himself in danger.

It's been a long time, and they still haven't left. Oh wait, there're getting up. Now they are opening up the door. Zack turns around to give me one last good bye before he leaves. I look at him. If he is my twin he should know what I'm thinking right now. Do you Zack? Do you know what I'm thinking? No. If you would have known what I was thinking, you would have stayed, but you're gone and there is nothing I can do about it. I am all alone. I hate being alone. When you're alone, things happen. Bad things. Like seeing people get killed and bad guys coming into you're hospital room. Yup. I hate being alone.

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Well, I hope you liked this chapter because I am starting to run intoa lot of writers block. Anyway. Thanks to my reviewers. The reviews really do help me keep my story going. Please keep reviewing.

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