DISCLAIMER: I bought Victorious. It should arrive December 32nd, 2465. NOT!

I stepped into the car with Cat and Beck right behind me. Cat took the passenger seat, because she called "shotgun" and Beck didn't feel like it was a good time for arguments.

The silence was almost deadly, so Cat decided to break it. "Would your family want you to ride home with them?" She asked as she buckled her seat belt.

I shook my head. "We're better off when we're not together. We're too used to being on our own, since Dad left..." I sighed, staring at the wheel. Why am I telling them this? I wondered. I'd never been so emotional and... open. I don't know how I feel about it...

Cat looked down, folding her hands in her lap. She probably doesn't know what to say next. I don't think any of us do. "So, um, where are we going?"

"Wanna get some ice cream? I'll buy." Beck understood why I couldn't go home. And I was so glad he did. Cat wouldn't understand that, just because she's, well, Cat. Sometimes I doubt she ever has family problems. I mean, who can have problems like me and be that happy?

I guessed Beck took my silence as a yes, and handed me some money. I started the engine, and pulled out of the hospital parking lot. We drove slowly, taking as many backroads possible, on our way to Creamy Queen.

But suddenly, it felt like we weren't going to get ice cream, but instead, we were on ice cream. We slid around the road, swerving left and right until we were sideways. I finally realized what was happening, like waking up and snapping into reality. It seemed Cat and Beck did too. We all drew a breath that we would've used for a scream, but it all happened too fast to let it out.

I slammed on the brakes, tires screeching, but it was too late. The wheels slipped, the car flipped, and we were spinning off the road, into a ditch. We landed on Cat's side, which was in ruins. And Cat was unconscious.

"CAT!" I screamed. There was a roaring in my ears that grew painfully load, blurring out all sound, until it was completely quiet. My vision soon went with it, and it all faded to a dark, cold place that must have been existing in my heart my whole life, it seemed so familiar. Suddenly, visions flashed before my eyes. Seeing Daisy, behind that glass, cold and lifeless. And My father, his face in a knot as he slammed the door behind him, leaving 6-year old Jade in his path, heartbroken. Cat, lying there unconscious. And suddenly, it was as if my heart stopped at the thought of losing my best friend, someone else I care about. All I wanted was to open my eyes and make sure she was okay. Make sure she wasn't hurt. Make sure she was alive.

. . . . .

"She's waking up!" I heard someone say from far away. "Jade! Wake up, Jade!" There! It was coming nearer.

"Cat?" I asked. "Is that you?"

"No, it's- it's your mom. Jade, honey, please wake up."

I forced my eyes open. Huddled over me was my mom, Lydia, and Beck.

"Wh-where..." My voice trailed off.

"What, honey?" That soothing voice that couldn't be my mom's, asked.

"Where's Cat? And stop calling me honey. I'm not a cripple!" I said angrily. I sat up a bit. "... Am I?"

They chuckled. "No, you're not a cripple." Beck smiled.

"Where's Cat? Is she okay?" I sat up all the way and all but threw the covers off.

Everyone was silent. Fear gripped at my heart, like a leech, sucking out all hope and replacing it with despair.

"She isn't-" I began to ask, but Beck shook his head, calming me a little. "What's wrong with her?"

A fourth face appeared. It was the doctor. "She's suffered a great deal of bone damage. There will be some surgery on her right leg in order. Other than that, they'll stick her in a few casts, give her some stitches, and she'll be alright." He explained. That wasn't enough.

"I have to see her!" I tried to stand up, but it hurt my back, and they sat me back in the bed. "What is it you're not telling me?" I asked fearfully. My heart would be in pieces if they didn't answer soon.

"Well, she doesn't have any family present, and her family doesn't have any insurance, anyway. So, we're not sure what to do." The doctor sighed.

"You're not gonna leave her helpless!" My head snapped up. "You can't do that!"

"I know, there's no doubt on that matter. It's paying for it I'm concerned about." He shook his head.

"Wait a minute, no family present? What do you mean?" I asked. What's going on?

"She gave us some information for a Mr. and Mrs. Bullock, but they refused to come. They don't have insurance either, and they said that it was not part of their fostering contract to pay for-"

"Fostering? Cat has foster parents?" I pushed past them and stood up. I pushed them away from me, showing them I could stand. "She doesn't have foster parents! She has a mom, and a brother named Matt, and-"

"Mrs. Bullock does have a son, Daniel Bullock, but Caterina is not her birthchild, and there are papers stating she is under foster care. I'm sorry she hasn't told you this, but-" The doctor's voice faded away as I ran down the hall to a nurse. "Where is Cat Valentine?"

"Room 605."

I ran to the left hall. "603, 604, 605! There!" I knocked on the door and burst in.

Cat Valentine lay sprawled out on a hospital bed. Well, what was left of her. She was covered in bruises and cuts, with her legs and arms being held in place by slings hanging down. She turned to me. Her face looked pale, almost like a sheet, and her eyes looked tired. Doctors and nurses surrounded her, pumping what looked like blood into her wrists, adjusting her bed and her slings, while doctors examined her, discussing surgery. Cat looked scared.

"Cat!" I ran up to the doctors. They turned to me.

"Who let you in here?" One asked.

"Can we help you?" Another asked.

"I need to talk to Cat." I demanded.

"No way, we're busy here-" The nice doctor put up a hand to silence him, then whispered something in his ear. Something about "only visitor" and "a few minutes".

"Alright." He grumbled. "But make it quick! Nurses!" He snapped his fingers, and they all left the room.

I sat down next to Cat on her hospital bed. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I hurt. Everywhere." Her voice came out scratchy and dry.

I looked down, letting a tear escape my eye. "This is all my fault!"

"You couldn't have stopped it." Cat shook her head, then winced.

"I should've." I sighed, and looked up. "Why didn't you tell me you were a foster child?"

Gasp! What will happen next? Will Cat admit being a foster child? And why is she in foster care? Stay tuned! Review please! :D

JUST IN!: IF YOU ARE A JANDRE SHIPPER, PREPARE TO FREAK THE FREAKIN FREAK OUT! LOOK UP "LIST OF VICTORIOUS EPISODES", FIND THE ONE ON WIKIPEDIA, AND LOOK UNDER SEASON 2. AT THE BOTTOM IS AN EPISODE CALLED JADE GETS CRUSHED, STATING THAT ANDRE FALLS IN LOVE WITH JADE! IDK IF IT'S TRUE, BUT CHECK IT OUT!