So I decided to be a little evil. So what Derek will have to fight for Casey (he deserves to)? Anyway, school is over, but I have some bad news. I'm going on a VERY long vacation (think June, July and August), and I'm not sure if I'll have internet connection to update my story. I promise, that if I do have a connection, I'll try to keep up my story, if I don't, I'm sorry people, but you'll have to wait MUCH longer for the continuation of Runaway. But I'll definitely make up for it.

As I said, I don't know much about physical therapy, so I'm going on what I imagine a therapy sessionwould be like. I'm sorry if I offended anyone.

Luv,

Summer K.

PS: Please don't kill me!

Sam dialed a number on his phone. It rung twice before it was answered.

"Hey, Sam." the voice said happily.

"Hey, how did you know it was me?" he asked.

"I've been waiting for you to call." the voice giggled flirtatiously.

Sam chuckled. "Derek invited me to the hospital tomorrow. I'll see you there?"

"Of course. It might be a shock to him...who knows."

"Yeah, knowing him, he'll get over it. It's not like he ever liked you."

The voice sighed. "Ya, I know. I got to go, Sam. See you tomorrow. Ok?"

"Sure. Bye."

"Bye." and the voice hung up.

The lounge was huge. This community hospital had everything for everyone. It was like a hotel for the sick. The doors opened automatically sensing Casey and Tyrique coming up to them. Casey gasped in surprise. Tyrique watched her and smiled.

"Yeah, this place gets me every time too. There's activity, 24/7. "

"Wow." was all Casey could say. "Marti would absolutely love this place."

"Who's Marti?" he asked.

"Oh, that's my little stepsister. She loves playgrounds." she answered, still gazing around the big room. It had a plasma TV, arcade games built especially to cater to those in chairs. There was a playpen for toddlers in the corner, and an enclosed basketball court for the chair stricken. Kids were everywhere, teens, too. There was a big cluster of them by the restaurant side of the lounge.

"Pretty grand, huh?" Tyrique remarked, leading her inside. "And here's the best part. Follow me."

He led her to an elevator, and took her up the next floor. Shewheeled off to find another surprise. It was an enclosed outdoor room. It had more physical activities, but there was a door leading outside to the top of the roof.

"I'm speechless." Casey whispered.

"I love this place." Tyrique said.

"Hey, T. What's good man?" A tall muscular boy of about sixteen expertly maneuvered his wheelchair over to Tyrique and Casey from another court the hospital had on the roof. He had no legs from his knee down. As he came closer, Casey realized his eyes were a stunning green.

"Hey man." Tyrique slapped his hand. "How's the game?"

"10 to 2, man."

Tyrique smirked knowingly. "Who has the 10?"

The boy sulked. "Them."

Tyrique gave a stunning laugh that rose out his stomach, and burst out his mouth, like an eruption. Casey couldn't hold back a smile. "I knew it." he said.

The boy pretended to be mad. "I'm telling you, their cheating. They've been in a chair longer than me, T."

"Don't try it, D." Tyrique choked, still laughing.

Casey smiled, and faked a cough to get Tyrique's attention. He picked up on cue.

"Hey, D, this is my friend, Casey. She's in my therapy class. Casey, this is Dominique."

"Hi Dominique." she said.

"Hey, how you doing. You hooked up with a fine man here. He know how to treat a lady." Dominique joked.

Tyrique gave a sly smile that Casey didn't notice. "Knock it off man."

"Hey, when did you get your prots?" Dominique asked Casey suddenly serious.

Casey was confused. "Prots?"

"Yeah, prots. Prosthetics, fakes, you know. When you'd get your legs?"

"Oh, mine are real. A bullet only grazed a few nerves. I'm walking already." Casey said, already feeling pride welling up in her.

"Oh-" was all he managed to say. Some other boys from the court called Dominique to continue playing since he had the ball. "I'ma see ya'll later, I got a game to win. Bye, C, see ya, T." He wheeled quickly back to the court andcontinued the game.

Casey smiled again. "Not even five minutes, and I'm already 'C'?" Casey asked.

"That's how Dominique goes. He calls everyone by their first initial. Dumb, if you ask me, but then again, he don't know any better." He started back towards the elevator. "Wanna get a drink?"

"Sure." she said following Tyrique to the elevator.

Lizzie and Edwin were on the couch watching TV, but you could tell that neither of them knew what the show was about. They were both off in their own thoughts. Lizzie was so glad to see Casey, but the fact that she may never walk again scared her. Edwin was thinking about Lizzie. He and Lizzie weren't in the same class, but they knew many of each other's friends. Last school year he had written a secret note to Lizzie, and asked her friend to give it to her. It never made it, but the news was all over the school. He had a crush on his stepsister. Ironic enough, she didn't know. They were about to go to 6th grade, and everyone would be buzzing. Lizzie elbowed him in his side.

"Huh, what?" Edwin said, pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind.

"Mom just asked if you would like some popcorn." Lizzie said.

"Ok." Edwin said.

"Are you ok? I mean you seem totally out of it." Lizzie asked turning towards him.

If only you knew...

For some reason I felt the need to put that there. It's unfair that there is always Dasey, you know? So Lizzie and Edwin have to get the spotlight sometime. (Sorry Marti.) Anyway, this pair isn't really going to get a big part in this story. Maybe a sequel to Runaway might do...

Who's the secret voice on the phone? I have the same question.