A/N: ok so im SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry that I didn't update! Its just first I was feeling sick and then my laptop was broken! So im sorry! But im back now!

Ok so now that I got that out, im gonna answer any questions!

Zammieloverforever- no. they didn't make it to the room. They were almost there, but they didn't make it.

Bookluver- ok so from now on ill say what number I want like 90 reviews or 100 reviews or something like that!

And to everyone else who has ever reviewed- Thanks soooo much! I love getting reviews and it kind of motivates me to write

And all I have left to say is… review! Oh and also if anyone out there is a Pretty Little Liars Fan…. I kind of hated the season finale… sorry, I just needed to get that out. So yep… and here is the next chappie! Enjoy!

I woke up in an uncomfortable bed, with my ankle all wrapped up. I looked around, and realized I was in the hostpital.

I couldn't tell the size of the room, because the bed was surrounded by curtains, kind of making this a room. I sat up and an instant shock of pain, spread throughout my bruised body.

The last thing I remember before passing out was running, away from guards, and to my mom. We were trying to save my dad. But its to late now. Who knows how long ive been asleep.

Hours?

Days?

Weeks?

Who knows. Images of my dad, wounded and dying, filled my brain. But my thoughts were interrupted my a nurse.

"how are you feeling?" she asked. Places a clipboard on the little table in the corner.

"fine. Where am i?" I asked.

"your in a hostpital." She answered.

"yeah, I know. But where in the world am i? what country?" I asked.

"your in paris, france." She said, softly.

"oh. Where are my friends? Mom? Dad?" I asked.

"your friends and your mom are alright. Zachary Goode, on the other hand, is not doing so well. He got shot straight in stomach. Hes lucky he didn't die…" she said quietly.

"and my dad?" I asked.

"he was rushed straight here, an hour after you. Some great friends you have Cameron." She said smiling.

"how is he?"

"im afraid hes not doing very well. He was almost dead, by the time he got here. He has been shot several times, Not to mention his bruises and cuts. But we will do whatever we can, don't worry." She said.

"oh. What his he doing right now?" I asked.

"he is in a coma, sweety. He has been since he was brought here." She explained. "the doctors cant predict how long until he wakes up."

"oh. So, is zach awake."

"yes, Zachary is awake. The doctors are performing surgery on him, as we speak." She said.

"how long have I been asleep?" I asked.

"oh, only a couple of days." She said. I nodded and she smiled. "you should get some rest. I promise I will update you, and your family and friends can see you later." She explained.

"ok. But, one more question. Was the lady who did all of this caught?" I asked.

"im afraid not. She escaped before the police could get there." She answered, then left.

I sighed and layed back down. I rested my head on the soft pillow.

At least hes safe. I thought.

My dad.

At least hes safe, Even though I wasn't the one to save him.

But what does that matter, right? It doesn't matter who it was who saved him, as long as he is alive.

But there was still part of me that wanted to be the hero. Not the girl who tried, but failed.

The curtain opened again, and the nurse came rushing in. "I don't know how much longer I can handle your friends." She said smiling. "can I let them see you now?" she asked.

"yeah that's fine." I answered.

"ok." Then the curtains opened more, and in walked my first visitor.

Bex.

ok... so it was short, but im bout to go to my friends house, and i wanted to get at least something out first!

soooooo...

if i get 90 reviews- in three days

if i get 95= in two days

if i get 100 reviews= tomorrow!

is that what you meant? or should i just say a the one number i want, and not update till i get that number? like i say i want 100 reviews, and i wont update till i get it.