A/N: UPDATED UPDATED UPDATED (does happy dance). This chapter is told from Flack's point of view, which I'll admit was pretty hard to write considering the condition he's in right now. I promise things will get better, it just takes a little time.

Don't own them, never will, original characters belong to me, song belongs to Nickelback, haven't we been through this before?

Reviews always welcome

How you spend your minutes are what matters
All tomorrows come from yesterday's
When you're feeling broke and bruised and sometimes shattered
Blow out the candles on the cake like everything's a big mistake
It seems you always wait for life to happen
And your last buck can't buy a lucky break
If all we've got is us then life's worth living
And if you're in, you know I'm in
I'm ready and I'm willing

I Am
When you think that no one needs you
Sees you or believes you
No one's there to understand
I Am
I'll be there to be that someone
When you think that no one, is there to hold your hand
I Am

I Am- Bon Jovi

Squeeze my hand if you can hear me. Angela was pleading with me. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me…

I can hear her, she's talking to me, and I know it hurts her. I'm trying, but I can't bring my fingers to move.

I can hear her crying. Oh my love, please don't cry, I'm still here.

"Its okay, Angela."

Mom? Dad? They're here too? Where's Charlotte? Did Angela drop her off at her mom's? I want to know. The last thing I remember is the explosion and finding myself pinned against the car.

I want so badly to open my eyes and look Angela in the face, let her know I'm okay. I groan, hoping that maybe I can get some sort of response.

"Donnie?"

That's my Ma. No one calls me Donnie except for my Ma.

"Son?"

That's my Pop.

"Don?"

The sweetest voice I've heard all night. That's my Angela. I remember her… I love her, I want to be in her arms again. I felt Angela take my hand.

"Squeeze my hand if you can hear me…"

I felt my fingers move and squeeze her hand. I'd done it! I was still there!

I heard her start to cry. The only times I remembered her crying was when I asked her to marry me, when Charlotte was born, and when she'd handed me divorce papers.

Wait a minute, we were divorced?

But she'd said she was my wife when she'd asked to come sit with me, why would she say she was my wife if we were divorced? She should've said ex-wife, but would they have let her in if she had said ex-wife?

"I love you Don…" she whispered, her lisp prominent.

"I wish I could see you." I told her.

She must've read my lips; I remember she did that sometimes when people didn't know how to sign.

"You can't honey," she answered. "Your eyes are swollen shut."

No wonder.

"The doctor says the swelling will go down in a couple of days," Angela told me. "I'll bring Charlotte to see you then."

"Where is she?"

"She's with my mom," she reassured me. "I came here and sat with you."

"Why?" I asked. If she was my ex-wife she didn't need to do that.

"Because I love you, Don," she tearfully explained. Now I remembered. We'd said we were going to give it another try, because we were both still in love.

"Why is Charlotte with your mom?"

"But your Mom and Dad are here too," she told me. "Can you hear them?"

"Of course I can hear them!" I answered, more harshly then I meant it. "I want to be able to see, that's what's pissing me off!"

Angela's put her hand on my forehead. Her hands are cool, she's not shaking, but her breathing is heavy. "I know," she whispers to me. "I know you're frustrated, but you're here, I was so worried you weren't going to wake up."

I felt my lips curl into a smile. "I wouldn't leave you or Charlotte…" My shoulders were starting to heave.

"Shhh… I know…" her hand moved to my hair, trying to calm me down. "I know you wouldn't."

"Why didn't I die in that explosion?" I asked her, the tears starting to run down my face. "You would have been better off without me."

"How can you say that?" she answered, "I love you, Don Flack. If you had died in that explosion I don't know what I would've done. Charlotte needs you, I need you; please tell me Don, how could you possibly think that we would be better off without you?"

I didn't hear my Ma or Pop in the room anymore, so they must've left and me and Angela were the only ones left.

"Because I'll be a cripple when I get outta this," I explained.

"You don't know that, Don," she told me. "The doctor told me you'd be able to walk with therapy after you get out of here…"

"We can't afford it!"

Did I just say we?

"Don't worry, Don, our medical insurance will take care of it."

Our medical insurance? She keeps referring to everything as ours. I thought we'd divorced. I remember signing the divorce papers, and I remember sharing custody of Charlotte, and I remember agreeing to try again, but I don't remember taking my name off the medical insurance, or Angela doing the same.

"I don't want to let you down, Angela…" I told her. "I couldn't stand to look at myself if I let you down."

"You could never let me down, Don, you never have…" she told me. "You've always been there for Charlotte and I, and now it's my turn to be strong for you…"

Her hand moved to my eyes, I could feel it. She wiped my tears away.

"Go to sleep, Don, I'll be here when you wake up…" she promised me.

Angela never breaks her promises.