A/N: Alright let me start by saying how sorry I am about not updating. First, I had writers block, then I got a new computer and had to move everything. Ok, now, thanks to Lunar Lilly Muse, lyokolady, RainingHeart, Fudge1, Seto's princess of the nile, top20fan13, and finally PhilEon. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me. Once again, my apologies.
Flashback:
I was sitting in the hospital. The doctor had said that we would get to see Andrew soon. Mrs. Garcia was crying next to me, Chrishton's arm around her shoulders. The doctor came out the door, shutting it behind her.
"Mrs. Garcia?" she asked kindly. Mrs. Garcia looked up and nodded in response.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your son didn't make it. He's gone. I'm sorry." The doctor walked away, over to the nurse's station. Mrs. Garcia was now sobbing into Chrishton's chest. I stood and quickly walked over to the doctor.
"Can I see him?" I asked quietly.
"I'm sorry that's ag-" she must have seen something in my face because she stopped and sighed, "Alright, but just for a moment." We walked over and she opened the door. I walked in and over to the bed where a sheet was drawn up over a figure. I took a deep breath and lifter the sheet off Andrew's head. His eyes were closed; it looked like he was sleeping. Even sleeping, his face would have that calming effect on me. I reached out and as soon as my fingers touched his cold skin I was crying.
"Maria." It was Chrishton's voice that brought me out of my reverie. He was somewhere in front of me speaking softly.
"Are you alright?" I opened my eyes. Sometime during my thoughts I had slid down to a sitting position. Chrishton, kneeling in front of me, was looking at me with soft sad eyes.
"I'm Ok," I replied.
"Don't scare me like that!" He was smiling his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at his face. He had on a smile I hadn't seen since before the accident.
"What now?" He asked, his hands never leaving my shoulders.
"I'm not really sure," I replied shakily, "I need to think." He nodded and stood holding out a hand to help me up. I grabbed it and he pulled me to my feet.
"When you decided, will you call me?" He handed me a card with a phone number written on it in black ink.
"Yeah… Ok." I smiled at him. I looked up at the school. I just shook my head, turning to Chrishton.
"Talk to you later?"
"Yeah." He turned and walked down the street. I watched him go and smiled. Tonight was going to be long, that much I knew.