December 1st, 2003

Boy, Her life had changed once she and Michael had made love. Amelia didn't think it would, but she and Michael just felt closer on the inside and on the outside. Their souls and minds just felt...As Amelia put it, cool.

A day off was a rare thing for Amelia, but today was one of those days. It was cool in Genovia, but not frost bitten cold. They were going to attempt to try to take Michael's motorcycle to the lake and have a picnic. That is if they don't freeze first.

"I think I'm bundled up as much as I can be." Amelia said stepping beside the motorcycle. Michael looked at her and laughed. All he could see was her beautiful eyes. He put the bag of food in the back compartment and climbed on.

"Your eyes will get frostbitten." He said.

"Well, I don't have eye warmers." Amelia took his hand and got onto the motorcycle. Princesses should never ride motorcycles Clarice once informed Amelia. She wasn't like any other princess so it was okay for her to was Amelia's reasoning.

"Ready?" Michael asked. Amelia wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Yes. I'm ready." She said. Michael kick started to Motorcycle and it roared beneath them. Amelia laughed as he peeled out of the driveway. Clarice stepped away from the window with a sigh.

"They're going to kill themselves on that thing." She said.

"No they won't." Helen laughed as she poured herself some coffee. "Mia needs this day off. She hasn't had one since, Only god knows when." Clarice nodded and looked at her.

"I'm not questioning that." She said, "Genovia's winter this year has been unusually cold. There's just something inside of me that doesn't feel right."

"Could be a number of things." Helen said, "Like your decision you made with Italy. Some people have this thing called guilt."

"Oh hush up." Clarice gave a soft laugh, "You know what I mean." Helen nodded.

"Unfortunately I do. It comes with loving that girl." She said.

* * *

Amelia was pressed tightly against Michael. She was shivering as they sat on the ground near the lake.

"This was a bad idea." Michael said.

"No it was a great idea." She said, "We just picked a wrong day to do it." Amelia laughed softly.
"Would you like to go home and eat in the green house?" Michael asked, "Sort of the same affect." Amelia smiled. Michael was so caring and loving. That was one reason why she was marrying this man. Amelia stood up.

"You know, we haven't set a wedding date." She said. Michael nodded as he put the food back into the bag and the motorcycle.

"I Know. We can do it whenever you would like." He said.

"Well, my birthday is in June, so before then?" Amelia asked.

"Of next year? Well, um..." Michael was thinking. "How about May 5th, 2004?" Amelia smiled and nodded.

"May 5th sounds great to me." She said. Both of them climbed on. Amelia held on even tighter. Michael smiled as he started the motor cycle. He enjoyed riding this with her and feeling her cling to him.

They sped down the road. The cold wind whipped at them like icy daggers. Amelia buried her face into Michael's back but nothing was shielding him. It must have dropped another ten degrees since they had left. The weather was not supposed to be like this. Amelia held on tighter as they whipped around the corner.

Michael didn't see the car coming until it was too late. He tried swerving, but it didn't do any good. Michael slammed into the car, sending him flying over an embankment. He landed on a pile of twigs with a thud.

He blacked out so he didn't see Amelia get hit by the car and her legs mangle with the motorcycle. He didn't see how much blood she lost or the bone sticking out of her wrist. He just saw darkness.

* * *

Helen sat there, feeling sick to her stomach. They wouldn't let her see Amelia only Michael. The doctor said Michael was lucky. He had a dislocated shoulder and only ten stitches. Amelia was different. Michael opened his eyes and looked at Helen.

"Is she alive?" He asked.

"So far." Helen croaked out. Michael's lips quivered slightly, "You guys weren't wearing helmets. You should have been wearing them."

"I know." Michael said. Helen's eyes were filled with tears and fear. "She'll be fine. She has to be." Helen wanted to scream at him. She wanted to yell for being so stupid, but Dr. Boulet walked in.

"Ms. Thermopolis?" He said softly.

"Amelia....How is she?" Helen asked.

"Not good." He pulled up a chair and looked at Michael and Helen. "Amelia is going to have surgery. She had a compound fracture in her forearm. The orthopedic surgeon has been called and she'll be in the operating room fixing the area. She'll be using pins to hold it all together."

"She's not awake is she?" Michael asked. Dr. Boulet shook his head.

"When we preformed the head CT, we discovered a brain bleed." He said. Helen's face grew pale, "We're going to monitor it over the next twenty-four hours."

"When will she wake up?" Helen asked.

"There's no way of telling right now. She has had severe head trauma. She could wake up tomorrow, next week, next month, or even next year. If she does wake up, be prepared for her not to be quite the same. It is possible that the damage could have caused her to forget some things like how to read or how to walk or she could have amnesia. That is the worse case scenario, but just prepare yourselves, just in case." He said as he stood up, "She could wake up in an hour completely fine though so try to keep an optimistic outlook on this situation. If you need anything, don't hesitate to page me." With that the doctor left.

"Oh god." Michael whispered. Helen looked at him and narrowed her eyes.
"I hope you're happy. It'll be your fault if she dies. It'll be your fault if she has brain damage." Helen stood up and gathered her things, "I can never forgive you for what you have done to my baby." She ran out of the room.

"But-" Michael stared at the door as tears streamed down his cheek. Of she dies or had brain damage, it would be his fault. He would die if anything more happened to her.

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