Hey everybody! So this chapter is mostly a filler chapter but I hope you like it anyway. Thank you so much to everybody who reviewed the last chapter. I loved reading them and I love that people really like this story. Ryan and Taylor are probably one of my favorite couples on TV ever. Writing them is so easy. So thank you for continuing to read and review every chapter.

Veronica was the first person in the room behind the nurse. She hurried to the bed where she looked into her daughter's eyes for the first time in months. "Taylor," she murmured gently stroking her daughters face, bypassing the scratches and bruises in her way.

"Mom," Taylor croaked blinking her eyes in confusion. She looked behind her Mother and saw Ryan standing there with a worried look on his face and she squinted like she was trying to understand what was going on. "Ryan?"

"I'm here Taylor," Ryan said smiling at her. He couldn't believe that she was awake and talking to them.

"How are you feeling?" Veronica asked softly concerned because she had yet to move anything except her eyelids.

"Hurt," Taylor said quietly and then closed her eyes.

"Taylor?" Ryan asked leaning around Veronica but Taylor didn't even stir.

"Taylor!" Veronica said loudly but it was like they imagined her saying their names. She looked just like she had hours before, unconscious.

"She's just fell back to sleep," the nurse said smiling reassuringly at them. "You heard her, she's in pain."

"Give her something then," Veronica ordered but then she took a couple deep breaths and added, "please."

"I already did," the nurse explained. "It probably kicked in and that's why she fell asleep." She looked between the two and could see how worried they were and she wanted to put their minds at ease. "She'll probably wake up off and on through-out the day."

"But she's going to be okay," Veronica said having missed Doctor Hansen's briefing earlier.

"She's going to be fine," she said before putting Taylor's chart away and leaving the room.

Veronica pulled the hospital blanket up and tucked it in, making sure Taylor was comfortable. She was just doing busy work because she knew the moment she brought up what she'd been planning since the night before, nobody else in the room was going to be happy.

"I want Taylor to come home with me," Veronica stated finally getting tired of the uncomfortable silence.

"No," Summer said instantly. "You think you can just walk in here and say 'oh I've been a horrible Mom for the past 19 years but now I'm going to change'. Well you can't."

"Summer," Julie warned but knew it was a lost cause. Once Summer got something in her head there was no stopping her until she said it.

"No," Summer said stepping forward. "Taylor is coming home with us. The people who have cared about her and taken care of her for the past couple years. Us!"

"Summer," Ryan said putting his hand on her shoulder trying to calm her down. "It doesn't make sense to argue about it now." When Summer looked at him he continued. "Taylor isn't going to do anything she doesn't want to do. You know that."

"Yeah," Summer said calming down but she still shot Veronica another glare.

"Who's hungry?" Seth asked breaking the silence that had fallen after Summer's outburst. "Cause I'm hungry."

"Me 2," Kaitlyn chimed in. Soon everybody was headed to find something to eat except Veronica and Ryan.

"I'm going to stay so if you need to do anything," Veronica said pulling the chair up to the bed so she could sit down.

"Actually I need to clean up…I stayed here all night," Ryan explained running a hand through his grubby hair. He stared down at Taylor and smiled as he realized she'd wake up for good soon and then he could tell her all the things he wanted to say. "If she wakes up again…while I'm gone-"

"I'll tell her you'll be right back," Veronica said for him.

"Thanks," Ryan said turning to leave the room. He stopped and turned so he could see her face for what he had to say. "I'm not going to say that I totally buy your about face in attitude towards Taylor. Because I've seen change happen. It just takes the right moment for somebody to realize they are wrong. But I do know that I won't have Taylor thinking she's unworthy because you said something to her. She doesn't deserve that." Ryan nodded once before turning and leaving the room.

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"Ryan!" Sandy called spotting him standing in the entry way of what use to be their house.

"Sandy," Ryan said stepping over fallen beams and broken furniture. He was soon standing with Sandy staring at where the pool house use to stand. "Was anybody going to tell me that we have no house anymore?"

"We thought you had enough to deal with…with Taylor," Sandy explained.

"So where are we staying?" Ryan asked still a little shocked at what was left of their house.

"Julie's," Sandy said smiling when Ryan just stared at him. "I know, I know. But Kirsten doesn't want to stay in a hotel and we only have so many friends in Newport." He waited a couple seconds to ask the question that had been plaguing him since he'd heard about Taylor. "What are you doing, son?"

Ryan sighed as he looked down at the ground. "How am I doing?" he asked repeating the question. "Not so good," he admitted. "She's in the hospital because of me."

"No, she's in the hospital because of an earthquake," Sandy argued.

"She could have been safely inside her room or with me if I hadn't screwed things up last night," Ryan said as if Sandy hadn't said anything.

"She could have been in France if she hadn't married that French guy and run home scared," Sandy said adding his own could haves. "There's a ton of things that could have happened but this is what happened. Taylor was in an accident. It was no one's fault. She'd be the first to tell you that."

"Doesn't make it any easier," Ryan pointed out.

"Nothing's going to make this any easier," Sandy agreed. "Look at our house for instance. Kirsten cried for over an hour last night because she's going to bring a baby into the world without having a nursery to put it in."

"If she heard you call the baby and it she'd-" Ryan started to say smiling.

"Kill me, I know," Sandy said smiling back at him. "But getting back to the point…she loves this house. She designed this house."

"But you can build another one," Ryan said turning to stare at the demolished house with Sandy.

"And you can fix things with Taylor," Sandy said.

"I don't know how to fix things," Ryan said after a moment of silence passed.

"You have time to think about it," Sandy said turning his head so he could see Ryan's profile. "Besides, when you set your mind to something, you do it. Taylor doesn't stand a chance."