M-my legs? I can't feel my legs… My lips quiver and my mouth hangs agape, but no words come out. I see the look on her face twist into a frown of worry and confusion. She crosses the small distance that separates us and kneels down, grabbing my arm.

"Are you alright?" Her eyes scan up and down my body. She leans in gently grabbing my face, "Jaime? W-what's wrong?"

I lean back into the pillow, letting go of a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Using my right hand – my good arm- to wipe my face of the cold sweat on it. I blink stupidly and open and close my mouth like a fish. I finally turn my head, as much as I can with the neck brace, to look at her – at Cassie, "I, uh…W-well… Cassie, I ah," I glance at my legs, "Mierda," I swear, "Can't f-feel my legs" I manage to choke out.

She stares at me blankly; a veil of calmness. I know better. Her eyes hide pain and confusion. She doesn't want to believe, 'is he serious? No, he can't be, can he?' probably an infinite loop of something like that. Her breath hitches and she clutches my arm. I can feel her finger trying hard not to pierce my skin, "Wha-Are you sure?"

Before I can reply she gently, at least it looks gently, prods my leg. Her finger doesn't dig deep into my flesh because there's just not much to dig through. She looks at me expectantly, and I hate it. I just hate how she expects me to be okay and I can't give her that. I hate myself. My lips tighten into a thin line and I have to look away to avoid seeing her heart break. I can practically hear the pieces fall after it shatters.

I look back at her, tears silently streaming down my face and I see, feel, and practically smell the sorrow rolling off her perfect being in waves. It crashes over me and drags me away into an ocean of pain; she's crying too, biting those sweet, full lips that used to drive me crazy.

I can't help but pull her into an embrace with my good arm, her head on my chest. I rest my chin upon her golden locks, and let my tears fall on her head. Her arms wrap around my neck and she lets out a sob; a gut-wrenching sound that twists a dagger that seems to have lodged itself into my heart, piecing it with agony.

xX Cassie Xx

I can't believe this. He- Jaime- He lost his legs… How could he do this to me? I tightened my grip on him, making sure that he's still there. His right arm coils around me and keeps me tightly held in his warm embrace. Why am I crying?! He's the one who lost the use of his legs! He's the one who got into that accident… He's the one who saved you…

"I… am so… sorry" I squeak out, burrowing further into his chest.

He sighs and rubs my back a bit. I can tell a sad smile tugs at the corners of his gorgeous lips, "No hay nada que lamenter… Don't be, I decided to push you."

For some reason that only makes me feel worse, "I'm Wondergirl…" I whisper, "I shouldn't have needed you to save me… You shouldn't have bothered"

His grip tightens and he tenses; I can feel his jaw tighten, teeth grinding under the pressure. "Don't ever say that, Cassie!" He almost snarls, then he breathes out. "I will always worry about you. You're my WonderGirl…"

What? Time stops, did he really say that? I can feel all the blood drain from my body and into my face, neck and ears. I hesitantly, way too shyly for Cassie Sandsmark, look up at Jaime Reyes; the Hispanic boy I recruited for the team. Once I'm finally looking up, breathing heavily and blood pumping in my ears…He's asleep.

"J-Jaime?" Great, he was probably just drugged.

The superfluous blood in my head drains back to the rest of my body. I gently pry myself from Jaime's very warm, and comfortable, embrace. I slowly, very carefully – way too gently for Wondergirl – lay his head back upon his cardboard-like pillow.

I walk over to the cheap plastic chair in the corner of the room - which aside from he and I - is completely empty. Slumping into it I can't help but notice how uncomfortable and oddly shaped it is. Standing back up I drag the chair close to his nightstand, sit back down and rest my head upon it, "G'night Blue…"

yY Jaime Yy

My eyes crack open, allowing the annoying neon light to hammer at them. "Man," I groan, "I wish somebody would open the curtains."

Some shuffling, "All you had to do was ask." I look, as much as I can to the left where the window is. There's a nurse, Hellooooooo nurse! Standing there, her hands behind her back, a sweet smile upon her ruby lips. Her blouse, unfortunately, depending on your point of view, is too tight and her skirt just short enough.

I blink stupidly and smile, "Oh, ah… Thanks!" I say, awkwardly rubbing the back of my… cast.

She saunters over, bends over (Dios Mìo) and fluffs my pillow. She smiles sweetly, places a hand on my shoulder, almost hovering over it, "If you need anything just press the button to your left…" She looks down, smile failing a bit, "Or ask your friend here to push it."

I nod stupidly, "Ah… Uh… Am… T-thanks" I run my hand through my hair, she winks and leaves the room.

… Silence, then, "Hey! My hermano's got moves!"

I snap out of whatever daydream I had fallen into and notice Bart – my hermano – is leaning against the doorframe, eating chicken weezies that I'm pretty sure he stole from my locker just for laughs.

I chuckle, "Gracias…" I sober up and point at the chicken weezies, "Snatched those from my locker?"

He shrugs, a contempt smile on his face, "Caught me red, uh, orange handed." He says, licking the orange flavour powder from his hand. "Want some?" Bart asks, shaking the bag a bit.

I finally take notice that my stomach in more than completely empty, and it roars its' rage and hunger. Bart chuckled a bit, before laughing and awkwardly walking over to hand me the bag. Ripping it from his hand you grab a fistful of the junk food and stuff my mouth, chewing the food loudly.

Bart chuckles good heartedly, then nods to my left, "When did Cass get here?"

I nearly choke on the food, almost dropping the bag as well. I nearly break my neck, and the brace that's keeping it safe along with it, turning around to look at Cassie. She's sleeping, in an awkward position; half sitting on the cheap looking chair, half resting on my nightstand, her head lying on her arms.

I swallow hard, allowing my airway to work again, before looking back at Bart. "She was here when I woke up." I answer unhelpfully.

Bart snorts, "I know," He says in this are-you-dumb? Kind of way, "I was standing in the doorway, hermano!"

I resist the urge to facepalm, but swear in Spanish under my breath, "I mean when I first woke up and noticed-" I clamp my mouth shut, my teeth making an audible clack.

His head tilts to the side, eyebrow raised, "Noticed what?"

My throat closes suddenly, the abrupt lack of air making my eyes sting, but really the fact I can't walk doesn't help not crying either. I shuffle a bit in the covers, the sheets chaffing my chest. Why I'm without a shirt I do not know, but I look at Bart, open my mouth to say something. Before even a syllable is out though, another voice breaks the painful silence.

"He can't feel his legs…" That tired voice, like she just woke up. She DID just wake up, estupido. That must've been the worst way to wake up… Announcing your friend has lost the use of his legs. And I hate it, I just hate how much pain I've already caused, and how much I'm still causing. People deserve better than me…

Bart interrupts my dismal thoughts with a sound that's somewhere between a sob and a shriek.

A/N: I want to thank my betareader: DarkUnderworld! Can anybody say hiatus? Sorry, just have been distracted by college… doubting my choice; the usual. Just wanted to apologize for my lack of updating; the next chapter for GatGD will be coming soon!