Hi everyone! Again, thank you so much for your patience and your comments, they only motivate me to write more. Pottergirl shout out again, my loyal commenting fan, love you to death! So I love this chapter personally, it's intense, but I'm digging it. I'll try to post sooner next chapter. Not sure how many more I'm gonna do...comment and tell me what you think. I love your feedback. And as always, ENJOY!

-8Tickles


(Isabel's POV)

I laid by his side for days, hoping for change, any change…but nothing. Supposedly his survival rate was less than 15%, at according to his main doctor, at least. And if he did survive, he would never be the same. His brain would be messed up forever. Early one morning, one of the doctors tried to get me to leave. "Miss, I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over."

"Like hell I'll leave!" I shrieked. It took 4 doctors and one syringe full of sleep sedative to get me to leave. I woke up later at home, in Thomas's trundle bed. Ricky was sitting by my bedside. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked groggily.

"Almost two days." He informed me while nervously twisting his father's size-too-big wristwatch around and around on his thin wrist, a habit that he did whenever he was nervous, stressed, or confused. He noticed me watching his anxious fingers and quickly stopped with a conscious effort.

I sat up quickly. "Where's Thomas?" I couldn't keep the panic from rising up in my throat, thick and hot like bile. Ricky didn't reply, he just looked down and went back to nervously swinging his watch around. "GET OUT!" I leaped to my feet and pushed Ricky out the door, locking it behind him and running around the room like mad, throwing open drawers in a flourish. I threw on jeans and a t-shirt, going as fast as possible. I had to see Thomas, and if Ricky wouldn't tell me what his condition was like, I'd just have to find out myself.

I brushed my teeth and threw my hair up into a ponytail. I dashed down the stairs at top speed and nearly ran face first into Jack. "Oh sorry bed buddy!" He sneered. Sitting on a table nearby in the kitchen was a can of Pam. Thinking quickly, I grabbed it and pointed it at his face. "I command you to drive me to the hospital or I will spray your eyeballs with Pam and you will never see another thing ever again."

His eyes widened and he held up his hands in mock surrender. "As you wish, you royal pain in my ass."

"Just get the keys." I growled. I must have looked pretty murderous with my can of Pam, because he dropped his laundry on the stairs and sped into the kitchen. I was hot on his tail. He led me out the garage door to an old Chevy parked around the side. Just as he was about to say, "Backseat" I cut him off by saying, "I call shotgun."

For a few minutes, we rode in silence. Finally, he turned to me and said, "So I heard about the whole social media incident…"

"I wouldn't be surprised if you were the culprit." I muttered. He pursed his lips and stared straight ahead at the road.

"IT WAS YOU! YOU'D BETTER GET TALKING RIGHT NOW OR I WILL SPRAY PAM IN YOUR FACE AND CAUSE YOU TO CRASH YOUR DEAR CAR!"

"AH AH AH, OK!" He said.

"Speak. NOW." I kept the can trained on his face.

"Ok fine! I took the pictures as a joke, but Jase blackmailed me into selling them to him. If I hadn't given him the pictures, he would have told the whole world my secret."

"And what would that OH SO IMPORTANT secret be?!"

He coughed. "fdjskimgayfdks."

"Wait what?" I said.

"I'm gay, ok!?" He replied, embarrassed.

"Oh…But that's still a lame excuse for sabotaging your own brother's life, I mean, look where its ended him!" We rode the rest of the way in silence. We arrived at the hospital and signed in, as I started to head back, I realized that Jack wasn't behind me. "You coming?" I asked.

"Naw I'm good, I'll just wait out here…" He said, and plopped himself down on the couch in the waiting room. I shrugged and headed down the hall to the intensive care unit (ICU). I stopped at another front desk and had one of the trauma nurses to look up his room for me. "Thomas Anderson is in room…239." She pointed me down the right hallway. When I finally reached his door, I stopped and knocked, not wanting to scare him by just barging in.

"Come in!" Thomas's voice called from inside. I pushed the door open and there he was, standing before a sink, washing his hands. A grin split my face from ear to ear as I ran towards him at full speed. "Thomas you're ok!" I happily shrieked. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. I felt him tense up under my grip and I tilted my head to see his expression. His arms were raised in a surrender motion and he looked down at me with an blank expression that soon turned quizzical.

"Aaand who might you be?" I untangled myself from his torso and took a step back. "Ha. Ha. Very funny, Thomas. You know perfectly well who I am."

"No actually, I don't…Are you…my cousin or something? I'm sorry, I don't remember a lot since I was just in a terrible car accident." Car accident? He was SO NOT in a car accident! I thought. Suddenly, the dividing curtain pulled back, and a girl stood there, prettier than a model. She had satin black hair that cascaded down her back in waves, ending just below her hips, sea green oval-shaped eyes, perfectly bilateral features, and milky white skin. She was drop-dead gorgeous.

"Ohh uhh cousin this is my girlfriend, Serena." He said. The girl giggled and waggled her fingers at me with one hand while grabbing onto Thomas's bicep with the other. I swear, if I were any madder, smoke would have been coming out my ears. I tried, as calmly as I could, to explain the situation to him. "Thomas, I am NOT your cousin. I was your girlfriend, before the accident where Jase hit you on the head with a pole and knocked you unconscious. So therefore, I am your girlfriend, NOT HER!"

He blinked and rubbed at his temples as if his head hurt, and some small flash of remembrance flashed across his face. As quickly as the look had crossed his face, it was gone again. He turned to Serena and displayed his dazzling smile before turning back to me. As he turned to face me again, his cheeks fell. "I'm sorry, but I just don't remember you. Can I have you come back at another time when I'm not…busy?" At the pause, he gazed into HER eyes again, then reached down and grabbed her hand.

I backed away slowly, like a prey about to make a break for it to get away from its' predator. I shook my head and recovered from my dazed state. "Um ya sure…just…whenever works for you, ok? Call me, you know, or something and we can talk it out…I'm in your phone already…I'm gonna leave you two alone now…" With that, I turned and sprinted out the door.

I kept running, taking turns though the labyrinth of halls until I finally reached the waiting room where Jack sat peacefully, hands behind his head, baseball hat covering his face. Only then did I stop running, hands on knees, gasping for breath. I stared out at the room blankly. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real.

But it was, my brain told me. Everything became hazy and out of focus. I started to sway back and forth. I felt light-headed. The room began to swim like the inside of a fish tank. Suddenly, Jack was standing in front of me, trying to talk to me, but his voice sounded warped and far away.

"Bed buddy, you okay there?" It was sluggish and drawn out, like a slow-motion replay. That's when I felt my feet give way, and my head bashed the wall as I went down. I saw the frantic expression on Jack's face as he tried to catch me, but missed. Then, he was over me, and I was quickly losing consciousness. He turned and yelled something at a nurse walking by, but I was too far gone to hear what he'd said.

Am I going to die? That'd be ok, just give up. One voice in my head said. I thought more about what Jack had said to the nurse. I focused in on every word, trying to bring them up to speed enough that I could understand what was said. What he'd said was, "She's going a shock-induced coma!"

Was I in shock? I guess I was after finding the man I loved had no memory of me and was now with another woman! As I thought about the downwards spiral that was my life, I remembered a tiny, unimportant detail. I'd left my light on. Funny, people say that as you're dying, your life flashes before your very eyes.

Well, mine didn't. I just remembered that I was probably wasting electricity. Wow. I'm going into a coma, and all I can think of is what an electricity waster I am. Shows what my life stands for. I mentally laughed at myself. Then, my dwindling conscious slipped into nothingness.


What's gonna happen now?! Her life is spiraling out of control, her boyfriend doesn't remember her, and she's just gone into a shock-induced coma. Great life she's got goin' on here! (HINT SARCASM). Anyhow, tell me what you think/any ideas of what should happen next? If you give me ideas and I use them, I'll give you creds for them, which reminds me, I was stuck and my friend claire made a minor suggestion that got me writing again! Thanks, Claire! See y'all next chappy!