Here is the 2nd part. I wont bore you with a lot of talking and just get the chapter up. The only thing I will say is the first 11 chapters are done, so if you see anything or have any questions just pm me. Ill try and fix it or answer your questions.

Again I own nothing.

Chapter 2

As I started to wake up the first thing I noticed was the pain. In my head, back, pretty much everywhere. The next thing I noticed was voices, once male and once female. After listening for a moment I realized it was Max and Maria.

"I can't believe this is happening?" Maria said.

"I know, we just went out 2 days ago and now she's fighting for her life." Max said

"No, Justin is having a party and we're here. Do you know who's going to be there, everyone. And we're stuck here."

"Maria your best friend is in the hospital. she may not wake up. Her father is in emergency surgery as we speak and only has a 50 chance of making it and you're worried about a party?" Max sounded disgusted.

"Oh come on, like you care. Tell me Max, do you or do you not remember what we were doing when her mom called you? You know the reasons why we're all friends and it' s not because we all love each other, although she probably believes that. She's so naive and sheltered. I wonder what she'd say if she knew we'd been sleeping around together the whole time you were dating? What about the fact that you're the one who started the rumor about her being easy and smoking pot? Just because you thought she'd come crying to you and you'd nail her. Don't give me shit about being a good friend." I couldn't believe what I had heard, after a few moments I let the darkness take over again.

Later that day

The next time I woke up I felt someone holding my hand. I slowly opened my eyes and found my Mom and sister in the room but no Max and Maria. Relief flooded through me. I don't think I could have dealt with them. Sarah was asleep in a chair next to me on the right with Mom on the left. Mom looked like she'd been crying and hadn't noticed I was awake.

"Hey." My voice was harsh and quite like I hadn't used it for a while. Mom's head jerked in my direction.

"Oh thank god, how do you feel?" She sat up in her chair and leaned over so she could feel my forehead.

"Like a semi ram over me. What happened and where is Dad?" Moms face fell when I mentioned Dad.

"On your way home a drunk driver ran the light and hit you going 50 mph. They had to cut you and Dad out. The other driver is fine; she just has a cut on her cheek. You were hurt pretty bad. You have a concussion, broken arm, broken wrist, some cracked ribs, and there was damage to your uterus. Plus one of your ribs punctured your lung so they went in to surgery. Which was yesterday. We've been waiting for you to wake up."

"Okay but what about Dad, where is he, and is he okay?" I was getting scared. Mom never went around questions like that. She told you straight no matter what. Plus every time I mentioned Dad, she got paler.

"Honey, there's something I need to tell you about Daddy. When they brought him in he was losing a lot of blood. After you were hit, your car wrapped around a light pole with Dad on the inside. He was rushed into surgery but he didn't make it. Daddy died last night." As she finished, she could not hold the tears in anymore and her voice cracked. That woke up Sarah, who looked at me then went right to Mom. I just sat there not knowing what to do. My Dad was dead. I couldn't believe it. I remember just staring at my hands, seeing the cuts and bruises, looking at my Mom and sister, and seeing complete devastation on their faces. It hit me then that it was real, but I tried to deny it.

"No he's fine, he was right next to me and was laughing. He can't be dead, he can't be." I just kept saying repeatedly until my Mom got up and wrapped her arms around me, then I broke down. I don't remember how long we sat there just crying and holding each other. I remember a nurse walked in, took one look at us, and walked out. A little bit later, after we'd calmed down some, my doctor came in.

"Hello Liz, I'm Dr. Matthews. Now I don't know how much you've been told but I'm going to do a quick exam and them I'll fill you in one everything okay?" I just nodded to him. After abut 15 minutes, he let Mom and Sarah come back in and took a seat.

"Okay now first your arm and wrist are broken, so we'll have to put them in a cast later today. You will have to have tat on for 6 to 8 weeks. The concussion is being monitored while you're here. Mainly your head may hurt or feel full but we do have you on meds. for that. Your cracked ribs have been taped and we fixed your lung.

We stopped all internal bleeding so you should feel a little discomfort but that too should heal. How when you were hit your car wrapped around a light pole and a piece of the car was ledged into you. It ruptured your uterus. We had to remove it or you'd bleed to death." I was confused because mom looked close to tears and the doctor looked like he'd just killed my dog.

"What does that mean?" My voice was still raspy.

"It means there's a pretty good chance you will never have children." I was in shock, no kids? That's all I'd ever thought about. I just sat there but Mom started talking.

"Why is her voice like that?"

"When the cars hit all that smoke what straight into her lungs and burned them. Not badly but some. As long as she rest her voice, she should be fine in a week or two."

"How long does she have to stay?" Sarah asked. I looked up at her voice. it was the first thing I'd heard her say since I woke up. Right then I realized how much she looked like dad. While I looked more like Mom, she looked just like Dad. She was tall for her age. At 13 she was 5'4"; her long brown hair was curly and framed her face. She had blue eyes and was already starting to come into her body. However, what really reminded me of Dad was how she held herself. Even with all we were going through, she still was holding herself together. When I heard the doctor speak, I turned my attention back to him.

"At least 2 weeks. We need to make sure everything is healing right." After a few more questions, he left saying I needed my rest. Mom came over and sat back down next to me.

"Does this mean she doesn't get to go to Daddies funeral?" Sarah asked. I just looked at mom.

"I guess it does, seeing as we're having it later this week." I started to protest. "Look why don't we have a memorial for him after you get out, ok? That way you can say good-bye too." I just nodded . I couldn't believe how fast my life had changed. 2 days ago, everything was going great and now everything was crashing down around me. I looked up and realized it just got worse. Standing at the door was Max holding some white roses.