Chapter 6

I stood at Lizzie's bedside. I felt the tears running down my face, but I was to upset to wipe them away. I felt horrible; I volunteered myself to tell Lizzie. I didn't want to, but I knew that it was better for her if she hears it from her best friend. I wanted to scream and cry and yell, but I wouldn't; I'm waiting for Lizzie, to wake. That would be when I told her.

I looked up as the door opened. I gave a teary smile, as I saw a beautiful blonde girl standing in the doorway. She gave me a soft smile as she walked over to me. She took off her coat, to reveal her cheerleading uniform. She walked over to me and hugged me.

"How is she?" she asked.

"Not well, Jay," I whispered. Jay frowned and walked to Lizzie's bedside. Jay reached out and brushed Lizzie's beautiful hair with her fingers.

"What's wrong?" she asked, finally turning to me.

I walked up to her. I leaned in and whispered into her ear. Jay jumped back in shock, tears started to well in her eyes.

"H-How? Why?" Jay yelled as she ran to Lizzie's side. "She doesn't deserve this!" she sobbed.

"I know," I whispered. "The doctors just found out today," I said as I sat down on Lizzie's bedside. Jay's blonde hair fell into her face as tears stared to fall from her emerald eyes.

"Why is she even in the hospital?" Jay asked looking up at me.

"Her parents," I whispered. Jay looked at me, her eyes flashed with anger. Then she just ran out. I knew that look, she would not be the prey like I'd felt, she'd be the hunter, running to find her bounty.

"Jay!" I screamed as I ran after her. I chased her down the hallway. I finally caught up to her, and I just wrapped my arms around her.

"NO!" Jay screamed as she tried to fight my steel grip. "I'll kill them for what they did to her." I saw Mr. Jordans run over to us. His face was so tired and quiet. He looked so much older then he was.

"What's happening? Jay?"

Later Lizzie's POV

I opened my eyes. I let them dart around the room. Finally I spotted Joe sleeping in a chair. I smiled slightly as my fingers wound around his hand which was resting on the bed sheets. I squeezed it.

"Shane," I whispered.

Shane stirred in his sleep. He smiled and leaned forward. "Hey Princess, how are you feeling?" he asked me with a soft smile.

"My heads a killer but I'm ok." I smiled at him.

"Jay and Nancy were here for a while. So were Frankie, Nate, John, Sarah, and Mathew. I sent them home. I assured them that I could handle you when you woke," he said with a smile. I laughed lightly.

"So, are my hands going to be ok anytime soon?" I asked as I raised a bandaged hand. Tears formed in his eyes.

"Um, Lizzie honey, they don't know… they don't know if… if you can ever feel anything again," Shane said through tears.

"Wha-What?" I asked. Tears started to fall down my face. "I can't ever feel anything anymore?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," he told me softly. He unbandaged my wrist. I looked at my hand. It had scars from were the glass shattered. I lifted it up and brushed his face with the back of my hand. I laughed through tears.

"I-I can't feel your face," I sobbed. "Why, why can't I feel your face?" I asked. I couldn't feel my tears mix with my hair. "I can't feel you're," I started sobbing, "face." I slipped my arms around his neck and just sobbed. One of his arms slipped around her waist, the other slipped across her back.

"I'm so sorry Princess," he whispered into my hair. "I'm sorry."

"Why me Shane? Why? I can't feel. Never again will I either, never will I feel the cool keys of my piano, never will I feel the smooth surface of an apple, never will I feel the warm sand on the beach, never will I feel the soft flesh of My sister's face. Never will I feel the warmth of my brother's embrace." I didn't know my words sounded poetic to him. I just wanted to scream and shout.

I looked out the window, it was night. My eyes went to the window that led to the hall. I could see a nurse sitting at her desk, leaning over papers. She saw horrible things every day, but never did she feel them, or in my case not feel them. I wanted that, I wanted to feel, she didn't know how lucky she was.

"Jeremy, I want Jeremy," I started to sob.

"Who's Jeremy?" Shane asked me.

"JEREMY, I WANT JEREMY! GIVE HIM BACK TO ME! I WANT MY LITTLE BOY! GIVE HIM TO ME! I WANT MY SON!" I started to scream.

"Your son? Wait, who's Jeremy?" Shane asked, but I was to in hysteria to hear him.

Nancy's POV

I sat in my bed with a sketchbook in one hand, and a piece of charcoal in the other. The only light in the room, was that coming from the glow of the lamp in the far corner of my desk.

"My time has come, it's all right here, I can see your face, in the mirror…" Lizzie's voice sang, it was a song she'd written herself.

"How is she?" I asked, I knew it'd be Mr. Jordans that called, he promised to call when she woke up.

"Who's Jeremy?"

I gasped.

A/n Well, just to be clear Jeremy is NOT Lizzie's son everything will be explained at a later date.

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