Okay, so I'll spend a teeny, tiny part of this chapter on their summer, and then jump into their first several weeks in college. And this chapter might be a bit different, but bear with me!

It also might be a bit short, because it's just one of those filler chapters, to show what's to come. I would make this just one big chapter, but it would go a lot smoother if it was split into two chapters, in my opinion.

Summer came and went. You could say it was the best time of Casey's and Derek's lives. Sneaking out for dates, going to "camps" when they were really going on small private vacations, and spending the nights together outside under the stars. Casey once said they were a modern version of Romeo and Juliet, minus the deaths, but Derek would just always roll his eyes.

They both decided to go to Queens after all, much. Casey started to want to go to University of Toronto, but Derek convinced her to go to Queens with him.

A week into college, the relationship was going great.

Two weeks in, there were strains and tensions.

Three weeks in, they rarley saw each other, between dance and hockey practice.

At one month, they would barely even speak.

At almost two months, Derek decided to break it off, no matter how much it broke both their hearts. Derek promised he would always be there for Casey, but she couldn't say the same. Every week at Derek's hockey game, he would search the stands for the girl he still loved, but never found her.

She was there, though. Hidden in the crowd. The way she watched him, you would think she was head over heels. And she was. And so was he. They just couldn't make it work.

"Casey, time for dance!" Hayley, Casey's dance team captain, said to her with a smile as Hayley walked by her outside in the courtyard. Casey was doing her usual outside study time, and must've lost track of time, because she has been outside two hours too long.

"Yeah, I'll see you there." Casey said tiredly, slowly rising from her spot on the ground, wincing at the feel of her muscles trying their best to help her. Ever since she started dancing at Queens, her muscles have never felt so sore. At the end of September, she still hasn't gotten used to the workouts.

Picking up her book and putting it in her satchel, she decided to run to the dance room to beat Hayley and the rest of the team there. As she rounded the corner of one of the dormitories, Casey ran into something tall, solid and strong.

"Sorry," A deep male's voice said. And she knew that voice. She would recognize it anywhere. Casey looked up into his green eyes, and his eyes widened, and then turned hard.

"Sorry, Casey." Derek mumbled, and Casey tried to side-step him, trying not to say a word. "Case?" He asked quietly, and she cursed a couple times in her head to herself as she slowly turned around to face him.

"Yes?" She said, her voice cracking. Derek slowly smiled.

"I've missed that voice," He breathed, raising his hand to rest it on her cheek, but she took a step back.

"No. No, no, no. You broke up with me." She said, and he just nodded, biting his lip. She tried to walk past again, but he grabbed her arm softly.

"Can you... Can you at least come to my next game?" He asked her, his eyes not leaving the pavement.

"Don't I always?" He heard her say, and it took a minuted to register that she just said she always came to his games. He raised his eyes in confusion, about to ask her if she really was there. But when he looked to Casey, he realized she was already gone.

"Remember ladies, practice tomorrow morning at eight A.M.!" Hayley shouted at the end of the five hour practice, making the rest of the women groan, except Casey. Eight wasn't early for her. It was actually late.

Checking her watch on her right wrist, the clock read eleven P.M., and it was her turn to groan. It was too late to catch the tram to get back to her apartment, which was off campus. Luckily for her, it was within running distance.

Pulling her tennis shoes out of her tiny satchel and replacing them with her jazz shoes, Casey put them on and was ready to go.

The only part Casey didn't like about running home was that she had to cross one of the busiest roads probably in her province.

When the light turned red, Casey decided to run across the street. But something was wrong. The tires rolling on a car was close, too close. She turned her head, and immediantly was met with tires squealing and blinding headlights.

Derek was sleeping when his phone went off. He ignored it, flipping over onto his stomach with a groan. But right when the ringing stopped, it stopped again.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm coming!" He yelled as if the person on the other line could hear him. He threw the covers off and walked across the room of his dorm to his cell phone.

"Hello?" He said groggily, rubbing his bright green eyes.

"Derek Venturi?" A proper woman on the other line asked.

"That'd be me." He said, confused. Who would be calling him at midnight right now?

"Your sister-" Derek winced. "Casey McDonald was in a car accident, and is now in the ICU. You're the only one she could remember so far. We need you to get down to the hospital as soon as you can."

Derek's head was spinning. Casey was in the ICU. The intensive care unit. Was it really that bad? It couldn't be. The Casey he knew was strong. But yet again, he hasn't known Casey anymore for a long time...

"Sir, hello?" The woman on the other line said, reminding him that she was still on the line.

"Oh, um, I'll be right down." He said, already throwing open drawers and closets, looking for clothes.

"Casey!" Derek was already yelling her name right when he entered the ICU wing of the hospital. Room 317. Must get to room 317. He thought to himself, not even making complete thoughts as he was running through the halls, everyone staring at him.

"Room 317," He breathed, stopping in front of the door. He pressed his ear to the door. All he could hear was the irregular beat on the heart monitor. With a deep breath, he turned the door knob slowly, walking into the room. His eyes immediantly met tired, painful blue eyes.

"Derek?" Casey whimpered, starting to cry all over again. He walked over to her bed and layed down next to her, gently pulling her into his arms. He didn't know what was wrong with her, so he didn't want to hurt her more.

"I didn't think you would come," Casey sobbed into his Guns n' Roses tee, soaking it. Derek just smoothed her hair and whispered little things in her ear.

"Am I interrupting something?" A nurse suddenly said, making Derek jump. He didn't even hear the door open.

"No... but, why is she in the ICU? She's awake." Derek said, waving an arm at Casey.

"Ms. McDonald is here because she is going in and out of consciousness, and she can hardly remember anything." The nurse said, giving Derek the reports. His eyes scrolled the list. Memory loss... unconscious... loss of blood... broken bones... It went on and on.

"She does remember a lot about you, though." The nurse added, making Derek's eyes snap up from the list to look at her. "She remembers everything."

"Is that true, Case?" Derek asked her, and Casey nodded slowly before she winced, stopping. "What did she all break?"

"She's lucky. Just a shattered right foot, a back fracture, a serious neck sprain and lost a liter and a half of blood. It could have been a lot worse. The car hit her head on at more than fifty miles per hour. She was on foot." The nurse said, taking the reports back from Derek. "We'll release her next week, but she can't stay by herself. Do any parents live nearby?"

"No. They live on the other side of the country." Derek said, looking back at Casey, who slipped back into unconsciousness.

"Any other relatives?"

"She has me." Derek said, looking back at the nurse.

"Do you live in a house?"

"Dorm. We're freshmen at Queens."

"Well, we can't let her live in a dorm." The nurse said, writing something down.

"She lives in an apartment. I can move in." Derek said, sitting down in the chair next to the bed. He reached out a grabbed one of her hands, curling his fingers around hers, even though hers didn't do the same.

"Perfect. Will you be staying the night?"

"Of course. I can't leave my... sister." Derek said, choosing his words carefully. This would for sure get back to Nora and dad, and if he said anything other than sister, they would know.

"Very well. See you in the morning." And with that, she left.

Derek tilted his head, so he was facing Casey.

"I love you." He whispered over and over, until sleep finally overtook him. But right before he slipped into sleep, he could have sworn she squeezed his hand...

It was actually really hard writing this chapter!

I was going to add in the morning after into this chapter, but I decided to wait until the next one.

Review, please! :)