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Brady groaned. Why was it so..bright? Ugh, and would everyone just be quite for a few...Oh, the noise...It was saying his name...

"Brady, Brady please..Brady.." Mack? Brady struggled to make a noise, finally resulting in a small murmur of sound. But it wasn't noticeable. Attempting to squeeze her hand wasn't easy, either. It just hurt too much. But finally, after an agonizing amount of effort, he opened his eyes. They fluttered for a bit, as if they were confused as to why they were being opened. Mack was crying on his bedside, her tears tripping onto his hand. He tried to speak again, but could only cough. Mack looked up, a mixture of shock and relief shining onto her face.

"Brady, Brady!" She sobbed. "Oh god, you're coughing..You're in pain..Oh no, I'll..I'll get someone." She ran out and soon returned with a doctor, who helped him steady his breathing and sit up.

"Hey, Mack," he said hoarsely. "What's up?"

"What's up? WHAT'S UP?" Mack shouted. "YOU ALMOST DIED, THAT'S WHAT! I-"

"Excuse me, miss," a hand clamped across her shoulder. "But I'm afraid that we're going to have to discuss a few things with you." A police officer smiled down at her.

"I..I.."

"Just this way, please." Her eyes widened as her gaze shifted between the police officer and her injured boyfriend. Reluctantly, she stepped into the hall with the officer. They sat down in a few plastic chairs, then waited in silence. After a bit, the police officer began to speak.

"Now Mackenzie, I don't want to, but I'm going to have to have a bit of a serious conversation with you..."

Brady sighed. He was alone. He was hurting. He still wasn't entirely sure on what had happened to him. He nearly jumped when someone came shuffling through his doorway once more.

"Mack.."

"No, it's me," his mother said awkwardly. "I.."

"Should be leaving." Mack came up behind her. "Goodbye. Please do not return." His mother seemed shocked. She looked as if she was going to protest, but left quickly.

"Thanks," whispered Brady. "What did the police..?"

"They.." Mack sat down beside his bed. She took his hand and stroked it absently. "Well, your dad... Your dad blamed everything on me. Said that I came in demanding to see you, but he had said it wasn't a good time to visit. He claimed that I had been furious, beating you and saying that if I couldn't have you, no one could. He's actually pressing charges against ME. That obviously didn't happen, but because of my records it's gonna be-"

"What records?" Brady squeezed her hand. "You never told me anything about records." She sighed and nodded.

"Never thought I would have to tell you," she laughed bitterly. "Well, when my mom died...It was just me and my dad, you know? Before I came to live with my grandfather. I kinda went a little, tiny bit insane. See, my mom always loved seashells and beach type things. We didn't live by the beach, though. So I would go around town, stealing anything that reminded me of the beach. No one caught me, at first. Then, I started taking things that just reminded me of her, too. One day, I found a beautiful gold necklace with a golden seashell charm. It was expensive, but I felt like I needed it. I tried to take it, but I was caught. It was too expensive to get away with. Some police officers came, and I was so angry I slapped one. They searched my bedroom, found all of the things I had stolen, and I was sent to Juvie for a year. Left, and was sent to live with my grandfather."

"So..Things aren't looking to good right now for the whole legal issues.." Brady said.
"Not at all."