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Flowersc781- love how you're really getting into it- and yes she's going to get into really complicated situations b/c its fun for me to write! Hope you like this chapter!

When I woke up, I literally could not get up. My back hurt so bad I was almost in tears. After fifteen minutes of lying there, I forced myself to fight through the pain and stand up. I shuffled my feet along to call the house; luckily my dad was still there and hadn't left yet. Both of my parents came over. After calling them I had crashed back on the couch. Dad prescribed pain killers and a mild sedative for me then set off to work. Meanwhile my mom had stayed, got the prescriptions filled for me, then as I passed out from the medication, set up my bedroom so I could at least have a bed to sleep in.

During the course of the entire day, I had managed to sleep most of it, and walk from my couch to the bedroom. Dad picked up mom after practice was over, I was still sleeping (still on the couch) as mom was cooking something for me in the kitchen. I woke up and my parents were gone. I found a note from dad saying that I couldn't drive while taking the meds. I put the note down, ate what my mom left in the refrigerator, took another sedative and passed out again.

I woke up early the next morning, showered and got ready. I went and knocked on Rob's door. He opened it with out a shirt on, in his boxers, and his hair all messy. "Good morning," I told him. "Morning," he said sounding tired. I knew I had probably just woken him up. "I have a favor to ask you, would you mind driving my car to practice for the next few weeks?" I asked him. "Sure…" He said, leaning against the door frame, about to pass out again.

"Robbie, come on time to wake up. Practice in an hour… You were never a morning person," I told him. "You never were either…" He replied. "I get a new day every time I wake up." I told him. "So come on, wake up, we have to leave in twenty minutes." I said, and then I left and went back to my apartment.

When we got to the arena, dad told me to go see Dane again (the physical therapist working with the team). He ended up working with me for three hours. At the very end of our session he administered tiny electron shocks to different spots on my back, to get rid of the pain. This only made everything hurt more afterwards. I ended up taking two pain pills and then threw on my skates since Herb told my dad he wanted me on the ice today.

Not only did Herb have me showing the boys different drills but he wanted me to run a few with them, to show them the correct technique which I thought was interesting since I hadn't played hockey on a team for at least six years. After practicing on the ice, Herb had the boys go and weight train.

"Hailey, this would actually be really good for your back." Dane called after me when I entered the gym with them. Dane showed me several things that I should do to stretch and work out my back. After practice I was physically exhausted. As Rob and I drove home I almost passed out.

The boys were having a movie night in Silky's room. I came over and they had popcorn and had all the lights off, I had to laugh. After oh, half an hour of the movie the boys got a little restless. They were all tired but still had a lot of energy. "Come on I want to go out!" Phil whined. The majority of the boys ended up going out to the bar. Whereas only five or six stayed, then after the other boys left, trickled out of Dave's room one by one and went off to dreamland.

I was one of the only ones to stay, and got really into the movie. It was an action movie but had this brilliant romance hidden in it. In the end the hero of the story ended up dying leaving the girl all by herself. Dave got up to turn on the lights. "You're crying?" He chuckled. "Shut up," I joked throwing a pillow at him. I really just couldn't stop crying. The pain in my back, Bryon's death, it was slowly eating away at me.

"Come on, stop crying." He playfully hit my arm. I just looked at him, with a look of complete sorrow. "Oh Hails," He hugged me. It took me five minutes to stop crying and he held me the entire time. I ended up lying down on his bed. "What happened just then?" He questioned, curious. "A bunch of stuff just caught up with me is all…" I dodged the matter.

I was on Silky's bed, on my stomach. His hands were under my shirt, rubbing my back. "Gee, that feels good," I admitted. He smiled and I felt his fingers run over my scare. He lifted up my shirt to see it for himself. "What'd you do to yourself?" He asked, joking. "I was in a really bad car accident my sophomore year of college with my friends." I told him. "What happened?" He asked, pulling my shirt down. I sat up and faced him, biting my lip at first.

"A bunch of my friends and me went surfing. We were on our way home; Katie was driving, Byron was in the passenger seat and I was sitting behind him. We pulled down the seat next to me and that's where all our surf boards were. All the windows were down and we were listening to Pink Floyd's Time. We were on this 2-lane road, it was kind of narrow, it had woods all around it. We were going around this really sharp curve and I remember looking out the window, thinking how nice it was out. I looked back at the road and saw a car flying straight at us; they weren't turning at all to follow the road. I screamed, "Katie" and heard her and Byron scream. I remember feeling jerked around and the next thing I knew, someone was yelling at me to wake up. I was up against the roof of the car, but it was on the upside down. A surf board was covering me, I hurt just so bad. I couldn't breath; it felt like someone was sitting on top of me. There was some guy in a blue outfit trying to get me out but I couldn't move, he tried to pull me out but I only passed out again." I sighed.

"I woke up in the hospital a day later," I admitted. "I broke my arm, sprained my back pretty bad, and got a concussion from the surf board tail smacking me in the head- that's what I blacked out from." I said.

"What happened to your friends?" I knew that that question was coming and took a long breath. "Katie broke her leg, and went into a coma. She's fine now. But Byron didn't make it out so lucky. You see when the car hit the guard rail and rolled down the hill, the only thing to stop is was a tree, it hit the car right in between Byron's seat and mine, but he took most of the impact of it. He, um, I'm not exactly sure what happened- no one ever really told me. But, the doctors had to work really hard on him and he was fine. Hell I even got to see him, grant it I was in a wheelchair. About two days after that he went into shock and died. Apparently he had internal bleeding." I said as he sat there in silence.

"I'm so sorry Hails," He told me. "The anniversary of the crash is coming in at the beginning of September. I'll fly back to North Carolina; Katie, I and a bunch of our friends will go and float a wreath out into the ocean in memory his memory." I said. He hugged me. "You know you're the first person I told that to, in full detail." I admitted tears slipping from my eyes, betraying me again. Dave kissed my forehead.

"Oh God, I'm sorry Dave. I didn't mean to cry and ruin tonight. I'm just not myself today… I must look horrible right now, my face is all blotchy." I told him. I stared at him. At that moment I knew he was there for me, and that he always would be.

"You're so beautiful Hailey," He told me. "Don't play with me. Don't play," I said. "I'm not," He replied, wiping a tear away. I looked at him; we were only a few inches apart. I closed my eyes and the same instant he did the same then we kissed.

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