I kept replaying the words over and over again. 'Miss, your parents are badly injured.'
Here is what happened:
I had walked inside after Logan dropped me off and the phone rang almost right away.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello, Miss. My name is Katherine Martin and I work for the local hospital. Who am I speaking to?"
"Um, my name is Caitlin Greene? How can I help you?" I asked, a little confused, not sure how I'd be able to help her.
"Do the names Mary Rosen and Paul Greene ring a bell?"
"Yeah. Those are my parents." I confirmed. There's silence on the other side and then some keys on the keyboard typing. "Hello?"
"Yes, sorry about that. It seems as if your parents were hurt in the plane crash."
"What? No, that's impossible. They're coming home tonight. Right now." I said, shaking my head.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Greene but they are badly injured right now and are under serious medical issues." Katharine sighed.
"I think you have the wrong number." I said, shaking. No, I knew she was wrong.
"I'm afraid not."
I was silent for a moment until I finally gave in. "Prove it to me. I'd like to see them. I would know what my parents look like."
"Under their injuries, it'd be pretty hard to identify them." Katharine explained.
I ignored her. "I'd like to see them." I repeated.
"You'd have to come tomorrow morning."
"Why not now?"
"Its midnight."
"What's your point?"
She sighed and tried again. "They're in surgery. They can't see you."
"I don't care if they can't see me. I want to see them."
"Have a good night, Miss. Greene." And she hung up.
I still couldn't get over how that bloody witch hung up on me. After hanging up, I had fell on the couch, crying. Unforgettable alright. When managed to calm down a little, I called the two people I knew would help. Logan and Katelyn.
Waiting for Logan to pick me up, I stared at the photos above our fireplace. Me and my parents when I graduated. Me and my parents when I was born. Me and my parents when I first learned how to walk. My entire life was in that fireplace.

Damn photos. They're the things that reminded me of things the most.
But what else would you use to treasure your memories?

A large white van pulled up just as I looked out the window. I looked at myself while passing a mirror. My eyes were red and dry running mascara ran down my cheeks. My hair was torn and tangled. I go outside and notice it's starting to rain. Covering my head with my sweater, I run to the van and open the door. While slipping in I notice the others are here as well. Jo immediately leans up and hugs me, not breathing a word. I then felt as if they too felt what I was feeling. But they didn't really, did they?
"Pedophile van much?" I tried to joke, giving Logan a wary smile.
"It's a regular minivan." He gave the same smile back.
We drove in the rain, windshield wipers wiping the glass window. Back and forth, back and forth. I had only been to a hospital once and that was when I was eight and I had fallen off the top of a bunk bed and had to get stitches. We pulled into the hospital and I paid for the parking. I had to. They were the reason I was here. Logan tried to argue but I shot him a look and he stopped.
Stepping inside the hospital, it was exactly as I remembered. Pale dry walls. People in the lobby, worried for their loved ones. People in the waiting room, waiting to be treated. Patients walking around,
looking as if they were possessed. All you ever did in a hospital was wait, it seemed. It was like I was eight years old again. Except I wasn't in a gurney.
I walked up to a lady who was sitting at the table in the front desk. She had bright orange hair and a pair of old blue glasses that had a chain around it.
"I'm looking for my parents." I said.
She sighs, looks up from the computer and sighs again. "Name?"
"Mine or..."
"The patients." She sighs.
"Mary and Paul Greene." I say.
"Room 239, second floor." She directs.
I turn around to tell the others where I'll be going. Logan rubs my shoulder as I tell them.
"I want to come too, if that's okay." Jo says.
"Me too." Logan nods.
"Count us in." James said, nodding to Carlos and Kendall.
"What for?" I said, giving them a small laugh.
"We have to thank them for giving you to us." Logan replies and I swear, that was enough to get me crying.
"I don't know where'd I'd be without you." I sobbed. "Thanks you guys."
They pull me into a group hug and Logan kisses my head. "Ready to go?"
We all make our way down to room 239, side by side, shaking. As we walk in, a nurse was readjusting a oxygen mask on someone's face. I nearly faint. That face was my dad's. He's pale and his face is so bruised. The woman in the bed beside him was the same.
"They can still talk. Plenty of broken bones and trouble breathing. Possible head concussions." The nurse, Helen, explained. "I'll be leaving now."
"Thanks." I said to the nurse. "Hi Mom. Hi Dad." I whisper, holding their hands.
"Hello Dear." My mom says, smiling. "You didn't have to come see us."
"Are you kidding? Look at you!"
"We're strong, Caitlin." My dad says.
"We read in a magazine that OUR Caitlin Greene is dating a celebrity! His new leading woman!" My mom exclaims.
"Mom." I sigh. "Are we seriously going to talk about this now?"
"Who are they?" My mom asked, looking over to the others.
"That's my leading man, my leading lady and my leading friends." I smile. "That's Logan, Jo, Kendall, Carlos and James."
"Oh my." My mom said, when they come forward. "You're even more handsome in person!" My mom exclaims, pointing at Logan.
He laughs. "Thank you, Mrs. Greene. But I should be thanking you. Your daughter is amazing." He says, wrapping his arms around me.
"You take good care of her." My dad said.
"I will. She's in good hands." Logan nodded.
"Hi, Mrs. and Mr. Greene. I'm Jo. One of Caitlin's best friends."
"Why you're pretty too." My mom said. "Caitlin, do you do this on purpose?"
"Do what?" I ask.
"Find and hang out with pretty and handsome people only. That isn't healthy you know."
"I know, Mom. I don't do that." I smile.
"I'm James." James waves. "Caitlin means a great deal to us."
"She is something, isn't she?" My dad smiles.
"Yes. She is." Kendall speaks up.
"And who are you?" My dad asks.
"Kendall. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Greene. We've heard great things about you."
"Like that time you built a racecar !" Carlos exclaims.
My dad chuckles. "I do what I can."
There's a sudden silence and Logan stands up. "We'll be waiting in the lobby for you, Caitlin. So you guys can have some private time."
I nod. "Pleasure meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Greene." Logan nods, smiling. "Please get well soon." The waved and watched as they walk out the door.
"How are you doing, princess?" My dad asked once they were gone.
"I should be asking you that." I sighed. "What happened?"
"I don't know, honey. It's still kind of burly." My dad sighs.
"We were excited to meet your new beau and I guess that all that mattered at that point. But then, the plane was shaking and next thing you know, here we are." My mom smiles. "I didn't think this would be how I met him, though."
I shook my head. Even when they were in a hospital bed, they were smiling.
"Mom? Dad? Don't leave me, okay?" I said, taking their hands.
"Never, baby. Why would you ever think that?" My mom asked, shocked.
"Just checking." I muttered.
I stayed around for another ten minutes until I remembered Logan and the others were waiting.
"I have to go. The others are waiting." I sigh. "I'll visit you again tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure, honey." Mom smiles as I get up. She takes my hand. "And honey?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"We love you."
I smile. "I love you too."
I left their room, closing the door behind me. I walked to the lobby, in tears, not even getting one glance from a nurse or doctor.
They're probably used to it.