Me again! Here is the next chapter, I had a lot of trouble deciding what was going to happen. Did I bring Troy back? Well, I had a lot of people threatening me, so you will just have to see.

By the way, where did you get the fish? You know who you are, speak up!

Well, hope you like it. I am thinking of redoing it, but if enough people like it, it will stay. At least this way, I have an idea of what is going to happen next. Oh, and this is not going to end soon, I have really big plans for it. Poor Troy is going to get to know the hospital very well.

P.S. I do not have a beta, all mistakes are mine.

The next few weeks passed slowly for Gabriella, she would wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, then come home and do whatever she felt like doing until bed time. Sharpay and Ryan were practicing the roles for the musical, incase Troy did not show, or Gabriella didn't find anyone to sing with her. She was quiting if Troy was not going to sing with her. God, she just wanted him back. A yell from downstairs pulled her from her thoughts.
"Gabbi! You have mail!" It was her mom. Slowly pulling herself from her bed, she walked downstairs and met her mom in the kitchen. She was smiling, although Gabriella couldn't think of anything to smile about right now.

"Who's it from?" Gabriella asked absentmindedly, taking the postcard from her mother. She just motioned for Gabriella to flip it over. There was a letter attached to the other side. As soon as she unhooked the letter, she let out a whoop of joy. "It's from Troy!" She ran over to the couch and flopped down on it, reading and rereading the letter. Ms. Montez smiled and sat beside her.

"What does it say?" Gabriella passed the letter to her without a word.

I miss you all, very much. The reason am sending this to you, Gabriella, instead of my dad is he would probably send it to the FBI as soon as he got it. Although I am not telling you where I am at this time, I am nearby. And though you can't see me, I have seen you a few times. Cheer up! Has my dad cooled down yet? I will come home when he does. Things were getting out of hand. Gabriella, please do not show this to my dad, he would be mad that I told anyone. I went to the doctor, and it turned out that I had a broken rib from the fight. My chest hurts like hell, but I will live. Gabriella, promise me you will be careful around him, I do not want you getting hurt.

Love, Troy

"What fight, Gabbi?" It was just then that Gabriella realized that Troy would not have liked her showing the letter to her mother. Now her mom was just going to be more mad at Mr. Bolten, and Troy was going to be mad at her.

"Mom, forget it. Troy would be mad at me for telling you. He trusted me to keep it a secret." Gabriella knew her mom was going to press, but she could at least try, for Troy.

"Gabbi, if Jack is hurting Troy, someone needs to know. Well, I suspect it is Jack, seeing as how Mrs. Bolten is so kind." Ms. Montez stared at her daugther, knowing she would eventually give in. "Troy won't be mad. If he is not going to tell someone, then it is our place to do so. How would you feel if something serious happened?" Gabriella sighed, taking the letter her mom was offering back to her.

"I would feel guilty. But Troy is away from his dad, he can't hurt him if he doesn't know where he is, mom." Ms. Montez just continued to look at her daugther. "Fine. Troy and his dad got in a fight about something, Troy wouldn't go into details. I guess it didn't turn out to pretty, and Mr. Bolten hit him." Gabriella looked at the ground, she had just told her mom Troy's secret. She knew he wouldn't be mad at her, but he would not have liked it nonetheless.

"Gabbi, don't feel bad." Gabriella nodded, picking herself up off the couch and started walking up the stairs to her room. When she got there, she threw herself onto her bed and reread her letter until she was too tired to keep her eyes open and fell into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning things went as usual, except Gabriella had a light in her eyes that had been missing since Troy had left. When she arrived at school, she immediately met up with Taylor and Chad.

"Any word from Troy?" Taylor asked, doubtfully. It was the first question that they asked each other in the morning.

"Yes!" Gabriella exclaimed happily.

"What? When?" Chad stopped walking, nearly making Taylor bump into him.

"Last night I got a postcard." She was smiling from ear to ear. Pulling out the postcard, she showed it to them. She was not going to show the letter to them, it was a little more personal, but on the postcard was a greeting to everyone. Taylor and Chad read it, then looked back up to Gabriella.

"Does Mr. Bolten know about this?" Gabriella shook her head.

"Do you think you could pretend that it was sent to you? There was a letter attached for me, and Troy figured that if her sent it to his dad, I would never get it. But I think that if he heard it was addressed to me, well, I wouldn't want to be around." Gabriella was a little nervous, playing with her hands.

"Sure, Gabriella. I would be happy to. I will have Taylor doctor it, and I will give it to Mr. Bolten at free period workout.

"Thank you." School carried on as usual that day, Gabriella did not hear anything from Mr. Bolten until lunch. He walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She spun around, almost dropping her empty food tray on the floor.

"M-mr. Bolten?" she stuttered.

"Ms. Montez-" He was just about to carry on when the bell rang. Gabriella sighed in relief, apologizing quickly to Mr. Bolten about rushing off, and ran to her next class. Mr. Bolten shook his head and walked off.

The day finished without excitement. Gabriella walked home, stopping every once in a while to look around. She was still confused as to what Troy meant about being able to see her. She thought about it, and it seemed unlikely that he would run away and stay in the same town. But this was Troy, who knew what he would do. Sighing, she walked the rest of the way to her house. Opening the door, she declared that she was home.

"Mom! I'm home!" Her mom pocked her head out from a small room, smiling.

"Hello, Gabbi. Could you help me with this?" Gabriella nodded and dropped her backpack to the floor, going to help her mom. As it ended up, it was painting the walls in the guest room.

Nearly three weeks later, Gabriella got a call that both gave her hope, and scared her to death. She picked up the phone, handing it to her mom when the man on the other end asked her too.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Dr. Hemingway. Um, are you Troy Bolten's mother?"

"No." Ms. Montez said, confused as to why anyone would ask that.

"Oh. Well, I guess I got the wrong number. Sorry."

"Wait, I can give a message to them, I know them personally." The thought of someone calling from the hospital concerning Troy scared her. Was he hurt? Worse?

"It is personal information. We found this phone number in his wallet, we thought it belonged to a family member. Can you give me their phone number?"

"Yes." She recited the number that she had memorized from when Troy would call Gabriella every day. Saying good-bye to the man on the other end, she placed the phone in the holder. She turned to Gabriella, who was watching her with intrest.

"Mom, who was that?"

"That was the hospital. I think they found Troy." Gabriella was suddenly worried.

"Is he OK?"

"I don't know. The doctor wouldn't tell me. He said it was personal information. I am going to call the Boltens in a minute." They waited until they could be sure that the doctor was through calling them, and dialed the number. Mrs. Bolten picked up on the forth ring. She sounded like she had been crying.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs. Bolten. Is Troy OK? The hospital accadently called us, but wouldn't go into details."

"He was in an accident." She paused. "He was shot. Um, we have to go. Would you like to meet us at the hospital?"

"Yes. Thank you very much." She hung up and Ms. Montez turned to her daugther, who's eyes were filled with emotion.

"Mom, is he OK?"

"No. He was in an accident. Come on, we are meeting with the Boltens att he hospital. Put on your coat and hurry up." Gabriella ran up the stairs and into her room, grabbing her coat off of the bed, she threw it on over her shoulder and pulled her shoes on, running down the stairs again and out to the door to where her mom was waiting in the car.

When they arrived at the hospital, they met the Boltens' in the emergency room. They had just gotten there as well. Mr. Bolten walked to the front desk.

"Does anyone know anything about my son?" The man turned around and looked at him.

"Can I have a name?"

"Troy, Troy Bolten. I got a call saying he was in an accident."

"Troy...Troy...Ah, here we are. Dr. Hemingway will be out to see you soon." They waited nearly ten minutes before the doctor came out. He was covered in blood.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bolten?" They jumped up and walked over, Ms. Montez and Gabriella followed. "Um, I can only talk to family." Mr. Bolten sighed.

"Can they stay?"

"If you give permission." Mr. Bolten nodded. "Your son was involved in a local shooting. He was hit in multiple places. We have stabilized him for now, and sent him up to the O.R."

"Wait, back up. O.R.?" Mr. Bolten asked.

"Yes. He requires surgery to repare the damage from the bullets. Now, we are fairly sure he will make it through, but not fully. He flat-lined twice while we were stabilizing him, we had to re-start his heart. He just went up, and hopefully he will be out in another couple hours. From there on out, it will be touch and go. Would you like to go to the observation room and watch?" Mr. and Mrs Bolten nodded, but Gabriella didn't know what to do. As they were about to go up, Mrs. Bolten stopped and turned back. Walking up to Gabriella, she wrapped her arms around her. Pulling back, she looked into her eyes.

"Would you like to come up?" She looked at Ms. Montez. "You, too. If that is OK?" She turned to the doctor, as if asking for permission.

"They can wait in the O.R. waiting room, but they are not aloud to go into the observation room, only family members are aloud in there, sorry." They all walked up, Mr. and Mrs. Bolten parting from the Montezs'. Gabriella sat down, her head in her hands. What if Troy died? God, she didn't think she could stand that. A loud, steady beeping coming from the room next to her pulled her out of her thoughts. It was coming from Troy's room.

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And I am not telling you what happens in the next chapter! Sorry again if not everything that I said would happen did, again, changed at the last moment! Can you tell I am hyper?