**Laura's P.O.V**
My world feels like it's crashing down, no I'm almost sure it is.
I hear Stormie try to stifle a whimper but it's Mark that remains strong as he tries to calmly explain, though I can tell he could burst at any moment.
I watch his adams apple bob as he swallows.
"Well, son, we're your parents, you were in a pretty nasty car accident on your way home from the tour and you're in the hospital now, what do you remember?" Mark asks.
"N-not much." He admits as he averts his eyes to our entwined hands.
He looks up at me, in a way when you think you recognize someone you know but then again you're not sure.
I held my breath hopefully.
"Who are you?" He asks.
I quietly let out the breath I'd been holding as I tried to fight back tears.
"I'm Laura…you're girlfriend." I reply.
"My…girlfriend?" he asks confused.
I nod my head.
"For four and a half months now…you were coming home from being on tour, we were going to celebrate our anniversary." I reply.
"Tour?" he asks again.
"Sweetie, you're in a band called R5 with your siblings and your best friend…don't you remember?" Stormie asks.
He shakes his head.
"No, sorry." He replies.
Stormie stifles another whimper as she comes over and lightly wraps him in a hug.
"Oh honey that's alright, I'm just glad you're ok." She replies, tears rolling down her cheeks.
I watch them for a few seconds, trying to fight back tears myself.
"Mark, I'm gonna go get the others." I say after a slight pause.
He nods his head understandingly.
As I'm walking down the hallway to the waiting room tears slowly start pouring down my cheeks.
When I walk into the waiting room that's when I burst.
Vanessa immediately comes and wraps me in a hug, resting her chin on my head in that sisterly way that I always loved about her.
"He. Doesn't. remember. Anything." I say between sobs, the tears running down my cheeks, and sliding off Vanessa's leather coat.
"You guys should go see him." I say, turning towards the others as I wipe the tears off my cheeks with my thumbs.
They nod and leave.
I turn into Vanessa's shoulder again with another fit of sobs.
"I'm so sorry sweetie." Vanessa coos into my ear as she did when I was little.
I feel her own tears dripping into my hair.
She pulls out of the hug and puts a finger under my chin pushing my chin up so I'm looking at her.
"Just keep your chin up, ok, remember the doctor said this would happen…and it may not last. Have faith, ok?" she asks.
I nod my head.
**a few days later**
**Laura's p.o.v**
Ross was coming home today, while Stormie, Mark and the others went to the store for some much needed grocery shopping I helped Ross inside.
"I feel horrible that I don't remember who you are…you seem like such a nice person." He says as we cross the threshold to his room.
I smile slightly.
"That's ok…I'm just glad it wasn't any worse than it is." I reply.
"So this is my room?" he asks as he sits on his bed and looks around.
"mmhmm." I mumble.
"What's that?" he asks, pointing to a silk covered book sitting against his nightstand.
"That's a scrapbook I gave you for our second month anniversary." I reply.
"Can I see it?" he asks.
I laugh slightly.
"Well of course, it's yours." I reply.
He picks it up tenderly as if it'll fall apart if he's not careful and opens to the first page.
Pictures of me and him on our first date.
"Those are pictures from our first date." I explain.
He nods his head.
"what's this?" he asks, pointing to lyrics I had written on the page.
I'm talkin bout starting out as friends
I'm talkin bout real and not pretend
I'm talkin bout roles of a lifetime
You and I can even write the end
"Those are lyrics to a song you wrote…you admitted to me one night you'd written it about me." I reply.
"I can write songs?" he asks.
"The best." I reply.
He smiles at me. And for just a second I see part of the old Ross looking back at me.
Then I hear the bang of a car door being shut as the lynchs' get home.
The banging continues.
"Laura, are you up?"
"Ross!" I exclaim as I jolt up in bed.
I look around me, confused.
It was just a dream?
I wonder to myself.
"Laura are you up?" I hear Rocky ask behind the door.
"We're about to go to the hospital." He says.
Not just a dream.
"Uh, yea, hold on let me get dressed." I reply.
"Ok." Rocky replies, I hear his feet shuffle down the hallway.
I get dressed, laying Rydel's nightgown on the bed neatly.
I make my way down the hall, not sure what to think, and not sure how I was feeling.
"You ok?" Riker asked as he held the backdoor of the car open for me.
"Yes, but no." I reply.
He looks at me confused.
"I had a dream last night…I couldn't even begin to explain." I explain.
I get in the car and we go to the hospital.
Just like in my dream Vanessa is waiting for me in the waiting room, along with Stormie.
"I called her last night." Stormie explains.
"It's good to see you." I reply wrapping her in a hug.
Suddenly Mark bursts through the door.
"He's starting to wake up!" he exclaims and leaves.
Stormie goes after him.
Riker catches the door before it closes.
"You should go Laura." He replies.
I look around at the rest of them.
"Are you guys sure?" I ask.
"He'd want it that way." Rydel replies.
So I make my way down the hallway to the room.
When I enter Stormie wraps her arm around my shoulder.
Ross's eyes start to open.
I take a seat by his bedside.
He wakes up.
He turns to look at me as I take his hand in mine.
And then looks at Stormie and Mark.
"Ross…do you remember who we are?" Stormie asks.
TO BE CONTINUED