A/N: Hey everyone. I changed my PenName to oOMissSoarinEagle2010Oo, just to give ya'll a heads up. Any way. Some of you were wondering if this is a Troyella story. I'm not sure yet. I'm going to decide while writing this chapter. So, you'll find out soon enough!

Chapter 9

Room 208, Gabriella thought to herself as she was wheeling herself down the hospital hallway. Where is room 208? She was trying to find Troy's room. The nurse at the nurse station told her his room number and how to get there, but Gabriella had already forgotten how to get there. Luckily, a hospital orderly showed her where to go. She was on the second floor looking for her boyfriend. She knew that he was still in ICU (Intensive Care Unit), because he was in a coma. Gabriella had been transferred to her own room the night of the accident because she wasn't in as bad of a condition as her friends.

Room 204, she thought to herself as she passed the heavy wooden door. She had to find room 208. She continued to wheel herself down the long white hallway clutching her IV rod that was connected to her chair as she glanced quickly at the room numbers plastered onto the heavy doors.

She finally found room 208. The door was closed so she knocked lightly on the door. There was no answer. Gabriella again knocked on the door, only a little bit harder. The doors are heavy, she thought to herself. Maybe they can't hear me. She had assumed that Troy's parents were in there, and they'd answer her knock.

She waited for a little bit longer. No answer.

I'm not going back to my room until I see Troy, she thought forcefully to herself.

She grabbed the large handle to the door with both her tiny hands and swung open the heavy door.

She looked around the room trying to find Troy's parents but they weren't there. All she saw was an empty bed nearest to the door and a closed blue curtain on the other end to separate the two beds. Gabriella took a huge breath and she wheeled herself over to the other side of the hospital room. She went around the curtain and saw a strange sight. Gabriella saw her boyfriend of 2 years, lying in a bed, motionless. She was taken back by the sight, because Troy was always moving. He was always doing something. Even when Troy was sitting down he'd have a basketball or something in his hands and playing with it.

Gabriella wheeled herself around the bed to Troy's side. She looked at Troy closely. He was pretty bruised up. He had a cut right above his eye and a swollen lip. His eyes had dark circles under them and he was very pale. She touched his hand lightly and looked at his fingers. She saw that his fingers were filthy. They had dirt underneath his fingernails and dirt on his hands. Gabriella realized that he must have gotten dirty when he was thrown from the car. She grabbed his hand and laced her fingers in between his. She picked up his hand and held it towards her face. She didn't care if her face got dirty because she loved him. She just wanted to feel his hand on her face again, like he did that night at house so long ago. Gabriella realized that that night was only last week.

Everything was so right only a week ago, she thought to herself. Now everything is so wrong. Taylor's dead, Troy's in a coma, and Sharpay can never walk again. She didn't care about Chad anymore. This was all Chad's fault, she thought to herself bitterly. He took Taylor and Troy away from me! He took away Sharpay's ability to walk. It was his fault! He deserved to go to jail for it! I'm going to see to it that he pays. He's going to pay for---

"Gabriella?" a voice said from behind her. She turned around slightly and saw Sharpay and a nurse behind her pushing her wheelchair towards Gabriella.

"Sharpay," Gabriella looked at her friend. Her face had a few cuts and bruises there, but other then that she looked alright physically. Except for the fact that she was in a wheelchair, she was fine, Gabriella thought to herself miserably.

Gabriella tenderly got up from her chair and limped over to Sharpay's wheelchair and hugged her friend. She watched the nurse turn around and give her a look. The nurse said, "I'll by back for you in 20 minutes, Miss Evans. Alright?"

"Okay," Sharpay responded not bothering to turn towards the nurse when she said it. Gabriella let go of Sharpay and limped back to her wheelchair.

"How are you doing?" Gabriella asked Sharpay quietly.

Sharpay looked at her and smiled lightly. "I'm doing better. I've been crying more in the past days then I have in all of my life, though."

"Yeah," Gabriella responded thoughtfully. "I understand what you mean. I've been crying a lot these past few days I've been in the hospital." They both just stared at Troy for a long time. Gabriella tried to force Troy to wake up by her thoughts, but it wasn't working. She just sighed and fell back into her wheelchair in defeat. She wished that everything could just be automatically better.

"I hate this," Gabriella sharply looked up at Sharpay who was on the brink of tears. "I hate how everyone is hurting like this. Taylor should still be alive. Troy should be awake. You should be out of the hospital and enjoying your life. And…I-I shouldn't be in a goddamned chair!"

Sharpay bowed her head and cried in her hands in frustration. Gabriella again got up and embraced her distressed friend. Sharpay wrapped her skinny arms around Gabriella's neck and they cried together. Gabriella felt for Sharpay. She'd never be able to be the Broadway star that she wanted to be if she was in a wheelchair. She couldn't do so many things now. She couldn't dance or run or doing anything without a wheelchair.

"Sharpay," Gabriella said softly when they were done crying. "Are you going to be alright?"

Sharpay let go of Gabriella and watched as she limped back to her chair. "I'll be fine," she said slowly. "How are you holding up? I think you are the worst off emotionally. Taylor was your best friend and Troy is your boyfriend. You have no one now."

"I have you don't I?" Gabriella responded with a light smile. Sharpay gave her a half smile back. Their smiles faded and Gabriella said, "It's been really hard," she responded honestly. "I just can't stop crying. When Ryan came by, I just went into an emotional fit. We cried and cried until we couldn't cry any longer. I hate crying. I feel so weak and helpless when I cry. I cried mostly over Taylor. There were so many things that she won't be able to experience. She won't get married or have children or become a famous scientist. She's dead. She'll never be able to do any of it."

Gabriella gave out a slight whimper when she was done. She looked up at Sharpay and saw that she was crying also. Sharpay responded, "I know. I thought about that too. I just can't believe that this is happening. Why did this happen, Gabriella? Why did this happen to us? What did any of us do to deserve…" She looked at Troy sorrowfully and finished, "this."

Gabriella and Sharpay looked down into their laps spontaneously. She didn't know how to respond. They just sat there with more questions unanswered. She doubted if they would ever get answered.

Gabriella looked at her and said, "I know how you feel. I hate that this had to happen. I wish it didn't but it did. I also wish Chad wouldn't have done what he did. I just wonder why Chad couldn't have just watched the road. He wouldn't listen to Taylor. He just kept doing what he does best: ignore. Look where that got him. Where it got us!"

Sharpay looked up. "Do you want him to go to jail?" she asked suddenly.

"I don't know. After all he did cause the accident. Someone died because of him," she said quickly. She instantly regretted it. She wasn't sure that Sharpay needed to hear her ramble on about whose fault it was.

Just then the nurse came back and said, "Time to go, Miss Evans."

Sharpay looked at Gabriella and said, "Bye,"

Gabriella lightly said, "Good-bye."