I woke up to the sounds of worried voices, and the dripping of the machines. I turned my head over to what looked like a blob, but soon after my vision cleared up, I could see it was my mother. She looked a lot like me, but with a lighter expression, and laugh lines. She ran up to me, worry on her face.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you're awake!" She said in relief. Her yelling made me squint in pain.

"What happened?" I said quietly, in confusion.

"When you got hit by that tour bus, you were flung into a electric pole. Andy called the hospital, but he couldn't get them at all, because the bus had ran into the phone lines when they had tried to swerve away from you. So he had to take you to the hospital…he's still here, along with the band…" she faded off. I looked towards the outside window, the bright light from outside hurting my eyes. I turned back towards my worried mother. She was talking to someone on her cell phone.

"Yes…I understand. But she's in my custody and she's not going with you…I know. Jerry! I know. But this isn't like it happens all the tim-she's not going back with you and that's final!" she snapped the phone shut.

"Was that dad?" I asked, wide eyed. I hadn't talked nor seen my dad in 10 years.

"Yes" She said, not wanting to explain more.

"What did he want?" I prodded. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before answering "He wants you to go back to Minnesota" Before I could protest she interrupted my rant "I'm not letting you go with him that's for sure" I breathed out in relief.

"Good…" I heard the door open and I saw an apologetic looking guy with black hair and leather jeans in front of my bed. It was Ashley. He beckoned towards the rooms door, the rest of the boys came in slowly. They looked like they didn't know what to say.

"I'm-I'm fine…" I said, prodding. "Look" they all said at the same time they looked at each other and then Ashley. "We're so sorry. I was driving the bus…it was my fault-"

"No it wasn't. I was running away from…" I stopped. Did I want anyone to know? To worry? No…

"I was running because…I thought I was being followed. But I wasn't…it was just me being scared…and I wasn't paying attention and before I could think I was in the road. It was my fault I ran into the bus. Not yours" I said half truthfully.

Andy shook his head. "Its not your fault…"

"You don't have to be gracious. It was my fault."

Andy looked down and didn't say anything. My mom went out of the room. I wanted her to stay. I was going to be awkward with the band here. It was quiet until I noticed CC and Jake whispering something to each other. I cocked my head at them and they pointed to the corner of the room. There was a wheel chair, large enough to fit BOTH of them. I giggled and gestured that they should get on it.

"Yay!" Jake jumped up and yelled as he and CC ran for the wheel chair. Ash and Andy just stared with the look of bemusement on their faces. Jinxx just kept staring out the window.

They both got into the chair and each hand on a wheel. They started rolling it towards the door before they ran into the wall right besides it, causing the chair to tip over and they to fall out comically. The band bursted out laughing, along with me.

"Maybe only one of you should steer" I said between laughs.

"Yeah, prob, but where's the fun?" Jake said.