A/N: Guys I'm so so so sorry I haven't updated! I've been having some personal issues lately, with the addition of schoolwork and lack of internet. I'm really sorry! But be expecting an update to some of my other stories within the next few hours!

--Maya's Point Of View- Chapter Nine- The Reunion

To be completely honest, most of the events that occured in the weeks that followed the accident are a blur to me. Mostly because I was unconscious more than half of the time, but, you know, minor details, minor details.

But the one thing that stands out most clearly in my mind was the terror I felt.

Fear defined my feelings most of the time I was awake. I had no idea where I was or whether or not I was going to survive. I just remember bright lights, and doctors swarming me, not being able to move, seeing this thick, scarlet colored blood- my blood- everywhere. I remember screaming so hard, trying to ask for my mother, but no words would come out.

And then there was the pain... so much pain... Everything hurt. The feeling of my bones being snapped and broken... not an enjoyable feeling. No matter how much medication they gave me, the pain wouldn't go away. It almost hurt more than it did when I first got hit. And then, every time I would think that the pain might be subsiding a little bit, I would have the nightmares. I had relived the accident countless times, and each and every time, the pain got worse and worse.

There was a period of time where I wished I could just die.

There seemed to be no reason to live. What was the point of living if it's physically impossible for you to even show signs of life?

But before I could dwell on the thought of letting go, I had felt my consciousness pushing through. I had suddenly found the strength to wake myself up. And when I heard Farkle's voice, listened to what he was saying, I realized that I had to stay strong. I couldn't leave, not like this. Riley needed me, Farkle needed me. And I wasn't about to let them down. I wasn't going to fail.

Just before the Matthews had gotten here, a doctor had given me some terrible news about my condition. Only time would tell, but the chance of me ever walking again... They were not very likely.

If it were even humanly possible, I was made to feel even more helpless.

And for the billionth time, all I wanted was my mother.

But unlike many, many times before, when the door to my hospital room creaked open, and my mother peered in and whispered my name, I knew that this time, my wish would be granted.

"Oh, Maya!" she cried, at my side within seconds, pulling me into a hug. A fresh wave of agony rolled over me, and a shrill cry of pain escaped my lips. She pulled back, letting me fall back down.

"Mom," I said, my breath hitching in my throat. Tears streamed down my face. "Mom! You're here!"

"Of course I'm here, sweetie," Mom said softly, stroking my hair with one hand and squeezing my hand with the other. "Oh, Maya, I thought I was going to lose you."

I choked back the sobs. "Hurts! It... it hurts!" I whispered. "I-I thought I was going to die! I thought I'd have to go without... without saying goodbye..."

Mom shook her head and leaned down, planting a reassuring kiss on my cheek. "Don't worry, Maya, you'll be okay." she told me. "The doctors are going to help you, honey. You just have to stay strong."

I stared at her for a moment, and then something I had wanted to get off my chest since I was told it came blurting out of my mouth before I could even think to stop it.

"I might never be able to walk again, and I'm not supposed to worry?"

Mom blinked. Her lips parted in an expression of surprise and confusion. I sighed.

"There, I said it, Mom." I said, making an effort to keep my voice from wavering. "There's a good chance that I.. I might have to be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life, i-if I even survive this."

"I know, sweetie-"

I looked down, scanning all of the cuts and bruises that hadn't been covered by the bandages. "And it's not just that," I interrupted her. Despite my efforts, my voice started to falter. "There's something that I've been wanting to say to you for a very long time, and this accident... It proves how fast life can change. A-and the thought that I might have had to die without saying this..." I tried to meet her gaze, but it was hard not being able to move my neck properly. "It kills me..." I paused, then, unable to resist the urge, added; "No pun intended."

I looked up at her, bracing myself for her reply. I didn't get one. She just stared at me with a blank expression. I couldn't read any exact emotion in her face. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, taking her silence as a que to go on.

"Mom," I said firmly, surprised at how quickly I was able to gain control over my voice. "I love you, and I guess I was too scared to say it before, but I... I don't want our relationship to be.. messed up anymore."

"Maya, what do you mean?" she asked, finally managing to find her voice.

I could feel the tears bubbling up, burning my eyelids. I took another deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut to keep myself from crying.

"Mom... You leave for work before I wake up, and you come home after I go to bed. When you get time off, you spend it going to auditions or chasing my father, both of which we both know you'll never get, and every time you say you'll be somewhere, you don't show up, or you show up a day late. I try not to get my hopes up, but..." I couldn't do it anymore. I began to sob. "I do, I do get my hopes up, and when you don't show up, it hurts!"

Tears welled up in Mom's eyes. She stared at me, dumbfounded. Slowly, a weak smile spread across her face. Her tears spilled over, dripping onto my cheeks.

I blinked. "Mom?" my hands trembled, the only movement I could make without putting myself through any more excruciating pain than I was already in.

"Oh, Maya, sweetie... I feel the same way, I really do. I know you'll probably never be able to forgive me for how I've made you feel," she squeezed my hand even tighter. "But I-"

"Forgive you?" I blinked up at her, unable to resist a slight smirk. "You're my mom... How could I not?"

We sat there, just the two of us. We talked. We laughed. We cried. For how long, I don't really know, but it felt like hours. It didn't really matter, though. We were together.

But soon, my eyelids began to droop, and my mind began to get foggy as my exhaustion began to take its toll on me. My jaws parted in a lou involuntary yawn.

Mom chuckled. "Alright, sweetie," she said, stroking my hair. "You need your rest, if you're going to get better anytime soon. It's getting late, anyways."

I nodded feebly- I was able to move a bit more now, though I was far from being able to roll over or sit up or lift anything.

"Okay," I said softly. I let my head sink into the pillow, when a thought suddenly popped into my head. "Hey, Mom?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Will I have to eat the disgusting hospital food?"

She laughed. "Well, that depends. Would you like me to sneak you a tuna melt tomorrow morning before I go to work?"

I grinned. "Sure.. Thanks. That sounds great."

"I love you, Maya." Mom whispered, gently kissing me on the cheek. Even if I were physically able to, I don't think I would have tried to pull away.

"I love you, too, Mom..." I said, trying my hardest not to fall asleep just yet.

But nonetheless, my eyelids began to feel heavy, like they were being weighed down by cinder blocks. I hadn't realized just how exhausted I was. My world became black as my eyes closed.

And as my Mom left and the door clicked shut, I let myself relax, the pain steadily becoming more and more bearable, resisting itself to a little more than a dull throb as I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

To Be Continued

A/N: So, yeah. That's the end of this chapter! What did you think? What would you like to see next? Please, let me know by dropping a review on the way out. Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

~Pebblemist~