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December 15, 2003

Things hurt. Things were fuzzy. Amelia slowly opened her eyes. They couldn't focus on anything. Why did she hurt so much? She grunted slowly and heard movement beside her.

"Mia?" Helen whispered.

"Ma..." She croaked.

"Oh god." Helen sobbed. She ran to the door and yelled for the doctor. Amelia looked around the room. Things were slowly coming into focus. Where was she? A hospital room? A man looked down at her.

"Amelia, can you hear me?" He asked.

"Yeah." She said with a furrowed brow. "What's wrong?"

"You were in a motorcycle accident." The doctor said. Mia groaned trying to sit up. She was so stiff, "You've been in a coma for two weeks." She stopped and stared at him.

"Two weeks?" She whispered, "Michael...Is he okay?"

"He's fine, Mia." Helen said. Amelia stared at the tears in her mother's eyes. "You hurt your head pretty badly, Mia, you broke your arm, dislocated your shoulder, and you have sixty-two stitches." Amelia swallowed as she shuddered.

"Where's Michael? I want to see him." She said.

"You need to rest, Mia." Helen said. Amelia attempted to sit up again, but she couldn't.

"Please. I need Michael." She said. Helen hesitated for a moment. She then nodded and got up, "Thank you."

"Princess, you have a long road of recovery ahead of you. You may be able to be home by New Years." The doctor said, "I want to make sure you're in perfect health to go back."

"I understand and I thank you." Amelia said softly. Michael walked into the room.

"Mia." He whispered and went over to her bedside. Amelia looked at him and his eyes were red and his cheeks were puffy, as if he had been crying for days. New tears were forming in his eyes.
"Hey." Amelia smiled softly. He kissed her hand.

"You looked like crap." Michael smiled weakly. Amelia chuckled and groaned. He sighed softly, "You're going to be here for awhile. Did the doctors tell you that?" She nodded.

"Nothing like spending Christmas in the hospital." She said. Michael sighed.

"I'm sorry about this, Mia." He said, "It's my entire fault."

"Your fault?" Amelia asked, "No it wasn't. It was an accident...unless you deliberately tried to kill me."

"I didn't." He said looking sadly at his fiance.

"It's all right, Darling." Amelia said softly, "I'll be better eventually." Michael smiled, giving her hand another squeeze.

"We're going to have a huge party when you come home." He said.

"A small party." She said, "Is there a lot of press out there?" Michael nodded.

"I've never seen this much press. Everyone was really worried about you." He said.

"I feel loved." Amelia said with a smile, "Grandmother should hold a press conference or something." Michael smiled.

"Don't worry about it. Everything is under control." He said, "Just rest and relax and heal." Amelia smiled softly.

"I'm trying." She whispered, "I'm so tired."

"Then go to sleep." He kissed her forehead, "I'll be right here when you wake up." Mia mumbled something as she closed her eyes but Michael couldn't understand it. He held her hand tightly as she fell asleep. It was such a big deal that Amelia was now conscious. That meant so much to both families.

December 29th, 2003

Amelia grunted as she swung her legs over the side of the hospital bed. She was finally getting to go home. Not that she didn't appreciate everything these doctors and nurses have done for her, but she craved to be home and sleeping in Michael's arms.

"Careful." Helen walked in, "You're still not at one hundred percent." Amelia smiled weakly.

"I know that. I can feel that." She held out her hand. Helen took it and helped her daughter up. "Thanks."

"It's my job." Helen kissed Amelia's cheek softly as the nurse walked in with the wheel chair.

"Here's your ride out of this place, Princess." She smiled.
"Thank God." Amelia eased herself down into the wheelchair.

"Joe is out back because the press is out front." Helen said, "I'm sure there'll be press regardless though."

"Whatever." Amelia said, "Can't worry myself over them." Helen grabbed Amelia's bags and walked out with them. Helen was so happy to see Amelia leaving the hospital. It's been a hard month. She hated seeing her baby girl hurting. "Is there going to be a huge dinner? Because I'm absolutely tired of hospital food. No offence." The nurse chuckled softly.

"Cook has been working nonstop." Helen said getting into the elevator.

"Good." Amelia closed her eyes thinking about how great it would be to sleep in Michael's arms and to eat some of Cook's food. Soon, Amelia was pushed to the back where Joe was.

"Good afternoon, Princess." He said. Amelia smiled.

"It's so good to see you." Joe helped Amelia to her feet and opened the car door.

"It's good to see you too." Joe said. Amelia slid into the car where Michael sat.

"Oh Mike." Amelia grinned brightly and slid into his arms.

"Welcome home." He hugged her gently. He was afraid of hurting her. Amelia closed her eyes as they all drove to the castle. Michael sang to her softly. Amelia's heart soared as she listened to the words. Helen glanced at Joe and they rolled their eyes. Amelia giggled softly.
"I love you, Michael." She whispered kissing his chest.

"I love you too, Girl." Michael chuckled returning her kiss on top of her head, "We have a nice night ahead of us."

"Oh yeah?" Amelia asked. Michael nodded.

"Dinner with the family and then we will cuddle in bed watching a nice array of movies." Michael said, "I promise to try not to squeeze you too hard."

"Sounds divine to me." Amelia smiled.

"Let her get some sleep tonight, Michael. Don't keep her up." Helen said.
"Yes, Mother." Michael chuckled. Amelia smiled. This was what she had missed when she had been stuck in there. She loved being back with her family.

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