"Hey," Luke stood when Marissa appeared in the waiting room, she didn't look too upset, that was good. "Is Ryan okay?" She nodded, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, was that a yes or a no?"

"His... His leg...well his knee... is broken... But the doctor said he's going to be okay. They're gonna put a splint on it, and then we can go home. They gave him something for the pain so he's feeling a lot better." Marissa was still stunned by what Ryan had said about Oliver.

"I could use whatever they gave Ryan, I think my pain meds are wearing off," Oliver shifted and grimaced, and Marissa gave him a sympathetic look. Clearly he wasn't faking.

"His leg is broken? Geez... Did they call Sandy and Kirsten and tell them?" Luke asked, "I think we should call them."

"They already did. The hospital did I mean..."

"So, are they coming?" Luke asked, that seemed like something Sandy and Kirsten would do for one of their sons.

"I don't know…" Marissa said, getting defensive. How was she supposed to know anything? It wasn't like anyone told her anything and most of her friends seemed to be ignoring her. She was just trying to do what was right by everybody- take care of Oliver and Ryan, both of whom were badly injured, and Summer had been ignoring her text messages apparently. Why hadn't she even called her to ask if she was alright

"Well, Summer, Seth and Anna are all on their way here." Luke announced, . Why was Marissa acting like it was no big deal? Ryan had a broken leg- that worse than he had expected.

"Really?" Marissa shot a look at him.

"Yeah, Summer just got your texts. All at once apparently. She started freaking out and called me. When I told her Ryan was with the doctors she ran and told Seth and then all three of them decided to drive over here. I'm sure Seth will know what's going on with Sandy and Kirsten."

"Yeah," Marissa agreed, feeling better already. Her best friend hadn't been so hung up on her Seth- drama that she had forgotten about her. She also knew her parents hadn't been called. As much as she wished they would come to her rescue. She hadn't been treated so there was no reason for them to be called. Oliver's parents had been called, but she knew his parents were not on their way here. Apparently they had just started asking the doctors about the state of the car, not about their son's bill of health. No wonder Oliver looked so miserable. She looked again at the double doors. Ryan was with the doctors and nurses now, he didn't need her, and Oliver looked so forlorn. Ryan had people rushing to his rescue, Oliver had no one. She looked again at the double doors, then decided Ryan would understand, and went and sat down next to Oliver. She didn't see Luke sadly shaking his head at her.

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"Mom?" Seth couldn't believe it when his mother's name appeared on his caller ID as Anna drove them to the hospital, it was almost 4am. Did she have some kind of Mom super-power?

"Hey sweetie,"

"Uhmm… Hi… Did you hear about Ryan?" He really hoped this was about Ryan and not something else.

"Yes, we did. They called us from the hospital. We're going to be on the first flight up there."

"Mom, that's really not necessary," Seth figured Ryan would be embarrassed by that kind of attention.

"We want to fly him home. We figure a long drive would be kind of rough for him."

"Yeah, okay, I guess good that you're coming…"

"So glad you agree Seth," He heard his dad say in the background.

"See you guys soon,"

"We're headed to the airport now, and we'll call you when we know what time we're getting in."

"Great…" Seth said, and hang up. "Can't you drive faster?" He turned to Anna.

"Why? So I can hit a deer like Oliver?" Anna asked, but she obliged by accelerating slightly.

*Meanwhile in the OC*

After she hung up the phone with Seth, Kirsten and Sandy sat silently side by side, and Kirsten mentally went back through her rapidly compiled check list. She had hastily piled several pairs of Ryan's clean sweat pants into a duffle bag and then jumped in the car. She hadn't even packed anything for herself. She figured they'd grab a plane and then the kid, and then fly back as quickly as possible. She didn't trust those Northern Cali docs. She had already called the local ER and told them to get all Ryan's records from the other hospital where Ryan was being treated so they would be ready and waiting in the OC. She had also done a web search and found the doctor touted as the best in the OC, and had programmed his number into her phone so she could start calling at 8am that morning. Now, there was nothing else to do except go and get her son. Considering her son had just landed in the hospital with a broken leg, she actually felt a sort of calm. She could deal with this. She had a plan. Plans were good. Plans could get you through anything. Right there was one more thing she needed to do. Book a flight. That was the easiest part. She picked up her phone and dialed.