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Chapter 22

Miracles Happen

Ricky had fell asleep leaning against the hard, plastic hospital chairs that were sitting in Amy's room. George took Ashley home a few hours ago and Anne was asleep in the waiting room. John had been pretty quiet since they got there around eight o'clock pm. It was almost two in the morning when Ricky woke up to John screaming. He picked up John and tried to comfort him by cradling him in his arms when he looked over at Amy.

He heard a low moan coming from someone in the room. It wasn't him and it couldn't be from John, he was screaming his head off. "Amy, Amy." He said taking her hand in his. "Oh Amy, I'm so sorry, please wake up, please." Ricky set John down beside her, he immediately stopped crying. Though now Ricky was crying tears of joy. Amy managed to let out another moan, before she spoke.

"Ricky," She said, draining the energy from her body. Amy couldn't move her hand but he could tell she tried to squeeze his hand back. "I love you…" She slowly fluttered her eyes open.

"Amy I love you too!" He squeezed her hand harder and leaned in to softly kiss her on the lips. John was laying on his stomach next to Amy's head. He reached up and touched her on the cheek, Amy smiled when she felt him.

"Hi John." She screeched out, attempting to turn her head to see him but she couldn't because her head has propped up and bandaged. Ricky could see that there was blood stains on the side of her head right above her left ear. "My head.." She said closing her eyes struggling with the pain.

"I'll get a doctor." He said reaching over and pressing the nurse call button on the wall next to the bed.

A little while later a nurse walked in to the room. "I see that you're awake now," She said picking up her clipboard to figure out what medicine she was on.

"My head is killing me." Amy said looking up at the nurse.

"I bet it does," she smiled at them. "You're hurt pretty bad, we were all pulling for you to come through." She looked down at Ricky holding her hand and he let go. "I'll be right back." She said walking out the door.

"How bad was it?" Amy asked after taking a minute to catch her breath.

"Really bad," he said, clasping her hand again. "You were in a coma." She closed her eyes, grasping the concept of how much she was injured. A single tear fell down her cheek and Ricky wiped it away because she couldn't lift her arms.

Ten minutes later the nurse came back carrying a bag of clear fluid on a tray. "It won't hurt you Amy, we'll just feed it through your IV." She said, hanging it on the rolling IV stand. "How do you feel?" She asked as she hooked it on.

"Horrible," Amy replied, laughing a little. "Ow," she sighed. "It hurts to laugh."

"I know sweetie, don't worry. Just get some rest." She sympathetically said. "I'll be back to check on you in about an hour." She told them as she walked out the door.

"Where's my mom?" Amy asked.

"She's in the waiting room. Do you want me to go get her?" Ricky started to stand up.

"No she's probably sleeping," Amy squeezed his hand using all of her strength. "Stay with me, please." She said before closing her eyes, the blood was drained from her face and she began to speak again, but Ricky cut her off.

"You need to get your rest, it's the only way you'll get better." He glanced over at John who was now asleep. "Don't worry, I'll stay with you forever."

All three of them were asleep when Anne walked in at nine o'clock in the morning. Ricky and Amy's fingers' were intertwined and he was setting his head against the bed rail.

"Ricky, Ricky." Anne whispered while she shook him trying to wake him up. He lifted his head and opened his eyes.

"What's the matter, is everything okay?" He asked, wide awake.

"Everything's fine, the nurse told me that Amy woke up last night. Ricky is that true?" She questioned with anticipation.

"Yeah, she did. But she still hurts really bad." Ricky answered. Anne squealed with excitement, she jumped up and down, her three month baby bump, moving along with her.

"I have to tell Ashley and George!" Anne screamed and ran out of the room as fast as she could. John woke up because of all the commotion. Ricky took him and the diaper bag and went to ask the nurses where he could go to warm up his bottle and feed him. After he had fed and changed John, he was walking down the hallway and a nurse ran up to him.

"Ricky Underwood?" She questioned him.

"Yeah," he replied quickening his pace.

"Amy's been asking for you." She said. Ricky took off running down the hallway towards her room. When he entered it Anne was standing next to Amy's bed. Amy looked as if her eyes had exploded, a river of tears was falling down her cheeks.

"RICKY!" She screamed. He went straight to her side, dropping the diaper bag on the floor.

"Oh Amy I'm so sorry I left." He bent down next to her so that he was level with her face. Ricky took her hand and wiped away her tears. "I had to feed John." He looked at John who was squirming in his arms.

"I should have never left you, please forgive me." He said kissing her hand, then looking up at her.

"I thought you were gone." She sniffled.

"I wouldn't leave you, I love you."

"I love you too." She mouthed, then he kissed her on the lips again.