Chapter 8

Shoot! I just looked at chapter 7 and realized that it was all in italic! Sorry everyone! This is 1/3 of your Disaster marathon!! Thanks to Queen of Reality for editing, once again.

I felt wires attached to me and heard beeps. People were crying and whispering, and I couldn't see anything. What happened? Where am I? Where's Shane? The date! I remember it vaguely. We were in his car there was singing, lights, and all the glass. Question 1, "Where am I?" solved. If I got hit by a car, then I must be in the hospital. But where's Shane?!

"Mitchie? Mitchie!! What's wrong with her?! What did Shane do to her?!" That was Caitlyn's voice. I wanted to respond so badly…but I couldn't. My mouth wasn't opening, and my eyes felt like they were glued shut!!!

"Ms. Gellar, Ms. Torres got into a car accident. It was not Mr. Gray's fault. He is currently unconscious as well as Ms. Torres. She is probably not feeling...and will not feel much pain since we gave her a large dose of morphine. Mr. Gray, on the other hand might be in a bit more pain, but his injuries were less severe as compared to Ms. Torres'." I heard the doctor console Caitlyn.

"Is she going to wake up soon?" That was Tess. Wait…where was Brooke?! My baby!! I'd start crying if I could, but it was almost as if my body wasn't mine. I tried to move again, but somehow, I knew that I wouldn't be able to for a while.

"The chances of her regaining consciousness are high, I'd say. There's a 90% chance that she will come out of it, according to all the tests. Same goes for Mr. Gray." Good, I thought, I'm going to be okay. So is Shane. Everything's all good.

"How badly is Mitchie injured?" I heard Caitlyn ask.

"Well, her right arm is broken, her left ankle is sprained, and she has multiple cuts from the glass all over her body." The doctor replied. Ah, I said to myself, no wonder I can't move my body. How can I take care of Brooke like this???

"Doctor Breslin! Doctor Breslin!!" a nurse said frantically, "The paparazzi are banging on the doors and scaling the hospital walls to see Mr. Gray!!".

"Mommy, say something pwease!" I heard Brooke's voice utter.

Thank God!! Sweetie, I'm okay! If only I could talk!! I'm unconscious. I'm unconscious. The words kept echoing in my head. What if I don't wake up?! What if I'm that 10 percent! What if the tests are wrong?! Stop it Mitchie, stop it. You're going to wake up! But…I was that small percentage when Shane asked me out in high school. He could've chosen anyone, but he chose me. What if I was destined to be in that small percentage in life? There are the tests. But the tests aren't necessarily right. I could be that small percentage that's not going to wake up, just like I was the small percentage that got chosen to date a famous Rockstar!! I-Have-To-Wake-Up!!!

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Shane's POV:

Where am I? Why is my head hurting so much? I'm in pain here! Someone, get me some medication!! Famous celebrity here!! Woops! That slipped. I remembered what Mitchie told me in high school: Always stay true to yourself. Don't let fame get to your head. When you're at the top, act like you're at the bottom. Stay grounded. Okay. Someone please help me and get me some medication. Why can't I hear my voice? Where are Nate and Jason??

"Is he okay?" There's Nate!!

"Hey bro! Dude! Nate! It's me! Go get a nurse!!" I said out loud, but I couldn't hear my own voice, and Nate seemed to be ignoring me.

"He's okay. Mr. Gray will wake up." I heard the Doctor say.

Okay, I'm going to wake up. I'm going to be fine. WAIT! What does he mean I'm gonna wake up??? I AM up! "NATE!!!!! ARE YOU DEAF??? NATE!!!" I screamed as loud as I could. But I suddenly realized that my mouth wasn't moving. That's weird, I thought. So I tried to move my arm, but it wouldn't budge! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME??? Wake up? Does the doctor mean that I'm in a coma of some sort? Right! There was a car coming at us! But the doctor said that I'm going to be alright. Mitchie will be too then, right? Wait, where's Mitchie?!?! She better be okay…come on someone, talk to me. Tell me Mitchie's okay. Tell me she'll be fine. Tell me I'll be able to see her eyes…hear her laugh, see her smile, smell her hair, and be able to hold her in my arms once more.One more time, just to be able to see Mitchie and hug her again and then my life is complete.

"Mr. Gray will probably wake up before Ms. Torres, because the car went speeding into the passenger seat, and he just got the end of the accident. He will wake up within 24 hours, I believe. It's already been 5 hours." concluded the doctor.

5 hours?! Wow. Come one Shane. Just open your eyes and…they opened! My eyes opened!!! Ow, everything was hurting. My arms, my feet…everywhere. The only thing that wasn't hurting was my right big toe. I groaned.

"He's awake!!" Jason exclaimed. "Shane is awa-ake. Shane is awa-ake!" I would've laughed if I could, but of course, I couldn't, yet, that is.

"I need to see Mitchie." I whispered.

"Oh, so it's all about Mitchie, huh? What about us?!" Jason complained. I smiled weakly.

"Where's Mitchie?" I asked.

"Ms. Torres is in a coma." the doctor told me.

"What?!?" I practically yelled. That outburst strained my body and made the pain worse. Now even my big toe hurt!

"Calm down Mr. Gray, she will be okay…" The doctor said.

"How do you know?!"

"Mr. Gray, calm down. You can see her when you're okay."

"And when will I be 'okay'?"

"When you can move!"

"I-Just-Want-To-See-Mitchie." I stated, slowly so the doctor would understand.

Mitchie's POV:

When will I get to see Shane? I want to see him! I was head over heels in love with him all over again. Well…honestly, I never stopped being head over heels for him. I felt my fingers twitch a little! Yay! Okay, now this is pathetic. What has this hospital turned me into?! I took a whiff of the air, and it smelled like sick old people! Ew! Well, at least that was what my grandmother smelled like two weeks before she died. Ugh! I just want to see Shane! WAKE UP BODY!!! AHHHHH!!!!

"Ah!" I heard myself scream faintly. Oh, my gosh! I talked! That was pathetic, but who cares?!

"Shane?" I muttered. Yes!

"Let me see Shane please."

I'll post the next one asap. That might be tomorrow though…sorry! Remember… this is 1/3. Now, everyone, listen up. My oh, so great editor was editing this in the car until perfection and has caused her a great amount of nauseous-ness. Please, for the sake of Queen of Reality and her health, review on this chapter. Just please!! Next one will be out soon, I hope.

Peace,

JBLover718 and Queen of Reality