A/N: Gonna keep this A/N short and sweet. Let me know what you think of the chapter. :) And I'll update soon :)

As soon as Andre arrived Tori jumped into the car as fast as she could. She was subconciously wondering why it smelled like old people, but she was too worried to bother asking.

How did Beck get in an accident. Where? Why? And how badly is he hurt?

"Tori, are you okay?"

Tori didn't answer Andre; she was too lost in thought.

"TORI?" Andre wanted Tori's attention bad. He thought maybe talking through the ride to the hospital would get both their minds off of the close friend in pain and danger and...

"Yeah, Andre? I'm sorry-I just-I don't know what to say... or do?" They were both silent in thought for only a few seconds. "Did they tell you anything?" Tori's chest was beginning to hurt. Her mind was thinking so many different things at once she couldn't help but panick.

"No, they just said that Beck was there. Tori, I'm worried as much as you, but I think you need to chill a little. Beck is in good hands, and you look like you 'bout to upchuck in my Grandma's car."

"Now that you mention it, I do feel a little woozy." Pull yourself together, Tori. He's gonna be okay. Calm down. Deep breath. Tori sucked in a deep breath with some difficulty, but she felt herself relax a bit as she exhaled. He's going to be fine.

Andre intrerrupted Tori's thoughts to herself, "We here. C'mon." Tori heard Andre take a deep breath before he got out of the car. We're all in a panick. What happened?

Tori kept thinking to herself as they walked inside. She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't see anything on her way in, and they were already at the ER front desk. Andre spoke in a professional tone to the blonde woman behind the glass.

"We're here for Beckett Oliver." Tori had not heard Beck's full name in a long time. I'd almost forgotten Beck had a full name.

"Have a seat." The blonde behind the glass seemed kind of rude to Tori. Now's not the time, Tori. Beck's hurt... Beck's hurt. Those two words echoed in Tori's mind as if to taunt her. Again Tori realized that she'd been lost in thought and was already sitting down before she realized it. Her brain was in overdrive.

Tori, calm down. I'm sure Andre is just as worried as you, and he's calm. So you can do this. Deep breath. Just as Tori began her self-inflicted breathing exercises a dark headed woman came through a door on the side of the waiting room. "Excuse me." She walked over to Tori and Andre. "Are you here for Mr. Oliver?"

"Um, Yeah." Andre answered in his usual tone.

"Can I ask your name?" The woman formed it as a statement.

"I'm Andre Harris, and this," he tapped Tori's shoulder with the tips of his fingers, "is Tori Vega."

"Mhm." The woman hummed as she wrote it down on a clipboard. "Okay, he is only allowed one visitor at a time?" That was a question. I need to calm down before I go to see him, or at least learn to hide it a bit better like Andre does.

Andre looked at Tori with a question in his eyes. "Go ahead. I need to chill." Tori replied. Her voice was a bit shakey and the dark-haired nurse piped up.

"She's right. It is best that you remain calm around him. He has sufferred a minor head injury and very weary at the moment." Head injury? Tori was getting hyped up again, and the nurse must have noticed. "It's nothing big as far as we can tell."

"Go ahead, Andre." Tori's voiced cracked as she was about to cry. Just she felt the tears well up and the burn in the back of her throat, she felt Andre's armed around her.

"He's okay, Tor. I'll be back. You just sit down." I didn't even realize I'd stood up.

Tori didn't say another word as the woman led Andre out of the waiting room.

As Tori sat in the waiting room alone, she became a bit antsy. She was too worried about Beck to think straight. Tori felt a hand on her shoulder. She quickly turned to look behind her. It was the dark headed nurse that led Andre away.

"Here." She reached out to hand Tori some crackers with hand that wasn't on her shoulder.

"No, thanks. I'm not hungry." In fact, I still feel woozy.

The nurse walked around the row of chairs to sit next to Tori. "You should at least try one. They're good. Plus, It'll help with that empty and rushing feeling in the pit of your stomach."

Tori took the crackers, and opened them to do as the nurse had so politely said.

"You know," the nurse started, "my boyfriend was in an accident not too long ago, and he was fine. I'm sure Mr. Oliver will be as well."

Tori looked at the nurse in wonder. What is she-OH! "Oh! No, he's not my-" The nurse shook her head. About that time, Andre came through the door he'd left out of earlier.

"You can go back now. And don't freak out."

The nurse stood up, and so did Tori. She placed her hand on Tori's back between her shoulders and began to lead her out just as she had Andre.

I'm so nervous.

"Now, remember. He suffered a minor head injury, and some minor memory loss, but nothing seems to be severly damaged.

Memory loss? Okay, Tori, seriously stay calm. For Beck.

As Tori walked into the room, she was shocked.

Wow, he doesn't look as bad as I imagined.

Beck had a few stitches over his left eye, and his arm was in a sling. He looked a little bruised, and his skin was kinda yellow. He was covered up to his waist with a white blanket.

He looks like he's sleeping. Maybe, I should go back-Just as Tori was about to turn around she thought-but Andre was just here. Maybe he's just resting. I'll stay.

Tori walked in and sat next to his bed in a chair. She stared at Beck like never before. Even when he's injured, he's still... beautiful. Beck turned his head to Tori and opened his eyes. A small bit of confusion swept over his face.

"You're...?" Beck's voice was hoarse.

"Tori..." She replied.

"Um, you're a friend of Andre's?" He asked.

"And yours. A pretty close friend." He doesn't remember me?

"I'm sorry - I don't... I can't." Tori stomached dropped to her feet again, and her heart broke. She could almost feel the crack in her heart split all the way down.

Beck doesn't remember me! Tears welled up and one slid down her cold cheek.