Ok. So, someone said that they like the way that I don't have too much gore with my violence. I am afraid of Gore. Gorey things scare me. That's probably why I don't write about them. Ah well, Chapter Sixteen. Jeez. I wasn't intending to go this long. Maybe I'll just stop.

Disclaimer: If I owned High School Musical, I would get rid of the hiphop dancer. Well, maybe not entirely; just the part during the credits when you see those black panty things. That was an overshare.

I Trust You- Chapter Sixteen

It's black. Everything is black. I can hardly think. I feel so cold. I'm only vaguely aware of a sharp pain in my wrist. I can sort of hear muffled sounds, like voices. I can't speak, can't move. I'm so frightened.

Where's Sharpay? Where's my sister? I want her to be here with me, to hold me and tell me everything is going to be ok. She always says it's going to be ok. Where is she now?

Sharpay! What if dad's gone after her now? What if he hurts her? Oh Sharpay, it's so cold!

I can recognize Sharpay's voice a little. She's talking with someone. I recognize the voice, but can't place the face. Sharpay has stopped talking; I think she's left the room. It's just me and the voice now.

It's such a warm voice. It seems to be calling me, telling me to hold on. It's so cold, yet I can feel the voice's warmth. I love that voice.

I remember now: the beautiful shades of red orange and gold. I can feel her hand in mine. It was a magical moment.

It's getting colder now. I wish I could reach out and embrace the voice's warmth, but I can't.

It's so cold.

Ryan's eyes fluttered open. Everything was a dazzling white. Eventually his eyes adjusted. Ryan looked around the room. He was in a bed, something beeping to his left. His right hand felt slightly bulky; he looked down and saw that his right hand had been set in a cast.

Sharpay sat in a chair to his right, her head cocked to a side, her eyes closed. On his left, he recognized a vibrant red color. Shaylee had fallen asleep as well. Leaning forward, her head rested on the edge of his bed. Ryan reached his left hand out and gently touched the top of her head, his fingers barely touching.

"Huah!" Shaylee let out a shriek as she bolted out of her seat, landing on the floor. Ryan jumped slightly, his movement waking Sharpay. Her head snapped up and she sat up straight. She caught sight of Ryan and gave a cry of mixed joy and relief.

"Oh Ryan! Thank God! I was so worried! They'd said you'd lost a lot of blood… Oh Ryan!" Sobbing, Sharpay threw her arms around her brother's neck.

"They said that aside from losing a lot of blood, you have a broken wrist. I guess you noticed that already." Shaylee's voice came from the floor; she still hadn't recovered from the shock. Brushing herself off, she stood up and brushed herself off, smiling sweetly at the two siblings. "I'll go find the doctor and tell them you're awake," she said, turning to leave. There was a short silence between the two after she left.

"Why is she here? You didn't tell her did you?" Sharpay sighed. Of course that would be one of Ryan's main concerns.

"No Ryan. She just helped me with the ambulance and everything. It's getting bad Ryan. We can't keep this up forever." Sharpay looked at her brother, tears in her eyes. Shaylee's words still stung in Sharpay's brain. Her brother could have died. She could be an only child.

"It's no big deal Shar, really. He didn't hurt you, did he?" Sharpay sighed. She was always his main concern.

"No, they had a dinner party to go to; he left when he was…done."

"Good. I would have killed myself if he did anything to you." Sharpay sighed, know how incredibly true that statement was.

"Still Ryan, we can't go on with this-"

"It's ok Shar. It doesn't hurt. I'll be fine."

Sharpay stared at her brother for a moment, cursing his stubbornness.

"Well, I'm going to go get a drink, I'll be right back." Sharpay stood and left the room. Ryan sat quietly on his bed. There was a small, hesitant tap at his door.

"Come in."

Shaylee peeked nervously around the edge of the door.

"Oh, hello. Listen, I want to thank you for helping me…" Shaylee didn't answer but quietly entered the room and stood by the side of his bed. "Is something wrong?"

"When you fell…" she looked directly at the ground, avoiding eye contact. "Was it an accident?"

Ryan's heart began to beat faster. It was noticeable; he was hooked up to a machine.

"Yes," he lied. The beeps continued to speed up. Shaylee stared at the monitor.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" 'Why did she have to say it like that?' Ryan thought.

"Of course not." Shaylee stared at him. Ryan hoped the sweat that began to form on his forehead wasn't noticeable.

"Ok. I trust you." Shaylee sat down in the chair. There was a long silence, and eventually the beeps from the monitor slowed.

"Hey, I just wanted to say thanks" Shaylee said after a while. "I enjoyed going to the mall with you." She turned pink in the cheeks. "And I really liked being with you." She said, turning to give him a small smile. Ryan returned the smile.

"I really liked being with you too…" He said. He reached his hand out towards her. She blushed, but grasped his hand. Just then, interrupting what was surely to be a sweet moment, Sharpay burst noisily into the room. Jumping, Shaylee pulled her hand away from Ryan's, her chair sliding back a bit.

"Can you believe they have nothing good to drink in the pop machine?" Sharpay complained as she sat down in her seat, opening a bottle of water. Ryan gave her a sympathetic nod,and gave Shaylee a small smile.

I've always wondered what goes on in an unconcious person's mind...

Ok, now I really want a soda. My favorite is A & W's Creme Soda. I can't go a day without it. When I do, I have a serious Creme Soda Withdrawal.

Anyway, please review (I'm getting close to 200! WOO!)