This is entirely in Zoey's P.O.V.

Zoey's P.O.V.

I was so happy I learned about Dawn and Scott, but something made me think they were together longer than they had let on. Something pushed me against my back, and everything slowed down. I heard the car speeding faster than it should have beside me and I stumbled forward, to the grass on the other side of the street. I turned around to see Mal behind me, utter confusion on his face, like he didn't know why he was standing there. The car hit him, but he didn't show any reaction for a moment, and then he fell. I heard the crack of his head hitting the ground and I almost burst in to tears.

Did Mal really just do that? Did he save me from getting hit by a car? The sound of his skull connecting with the asphalt replayed in my mind over and over again, I didn't even think of looking at the car's license plate. The next thing I knew, Dawn was kneeling in front of me, trying to get me to stand up. Scott was putting Mike into the bed of his truck. I let Dawn pull me up and I noticed I shaking like a leaf.

Dawn was saying something, but I couldn't hear her, I was too absorbed in my thoughts. I was in a state of shock. I couldn't look at the road, of where Mal had fallen. What if there was blood? What if Mal had seriously gotten hurt? What if Mike never came back?

I found myself next, sitting in a chair in a room smelling of disinfectant. A man was trying to talk to me, but I stared up at him in confusion, I still couldn't hear him. I could, but I didn't want to know what he was saying. I didn't want to have to recount the events. I really would burst into tears.

I realized Dawn was standing next to me, she was really worried about me, I could see it on her face. I felt something on my shoulder, and I realized it was Dawn's hand. I didn't want to worry Dawn. It was bad enough that I had let Mal get hit by a car. I let myself hear.

"...hear me?" He turned to Dawn. "She must be in a state of shock."

"N-no. I'm fine." I stared up at him. "What did you say?"

"I asked if you saw what happened." This man must have been the doctor or a police officer. I noticed he had a clipboard in his hand by his side, probably a doctor.

"Yes." I told him. "His head, it hit the ground." My eyes welled up remembering that horrible crack. "Mike has multiple personalities, he's had problems with them before, after hitting his head."

"Can you tell me what it is?" Why hadn't Dawn told him this stuff? Why did she wait for me to wake up and force myself to remember it all again.

"One of his personalities had been supposedly destroyed and when he got hit in the head, it came back. I'm afraid that one of his personalities might die if he got hit in the head hard enough." The personality I had been thinking of was Mike. Though it could be Mal because Mike was trapped in his head when he was in control. But it was Mike I was worried about.

He nodded. "Has Michael ever wanted to get rid of his personalities?"

"No." I lie. He only wanted to get rid of Mal, but if I told him he did, what if all his personalities left? That would break Mike's heart.

"Did you happen to catch what the car's license plate said?" The doctor asked. I shook my head.

He nodded and asked Dawn to come outside with him.

I noticed Scott leaning against wall on the other side of the room. The doctor was blocking my view of him before.

Scott noticed my staring and asked, "Zoey, are you alright?"

"Yes. Yes! Don't worry about me." I tried to smile, but my thoughts enveloped myself again. I remember getting a glimpse of Mike laying in a bed. He didn't switch at all, his face didn't even move. He lay there peacefully. I didn't look at his head though. What if it was wrapped up in bandages? 'Relax.' I had told myself. 'He was only hit by a car. Not shot in the head.' It still didn't help me.

I looked up from staring at my lap. How did I get back home? Where was Dawn and Scott? Where was my dad? I realized Dawn was talking to someone at my front door, but the wall obscured my view of who was there.

I got up to see who it was, figuring it was Scott, when something crashed into me and pulled me into a hug. "Oh, how you doing, baby?" Leshawna asked me, lifting me off the ground.

"Ah! F-fine." She had caught me by surprise. Leshawna stared at me, still hugging me. She plopped me back down on my couch.

"Don't tell me you're fine. Your boyfriend just got hit by a car. There is no way you can be fine." Leshawna stared down at me.

I looked down at my lap, staring at my hands. I was about to say something when I decided otherwise and looked back up at her. "What are you doing here, Leshawna?" I steered away from the question.

"Oh, I invited her over to cheer you up. If you ever woke up, that is." Dawn said sitting beside me.

"I called a few people to come over too. Now, tell me what's up with you?" Leshawna crossed her arms, not moving from the spot.

I looked back down at my lap again, fiddling with my thumbs. "I'm scared," I admitted.

"Scared of what, Sugar?" Leshawna was now concerned and sat beside me.

"What if Mike is seriously hurt? If his personalities are hurt? What if he never comes back?" What if Mal never came back? My eyes started to well up again in the middle of my questions.

Dawn patted my back sympathetically and Leshawna drew me in for another hug. "Don't worry anymore." Leshawna said right before the doorbell rang.

"I'll go get that." Dawn offered and stood up to open the door. Leshawna and I waited for a moment and then there was a clamor as three girls came running in. Gwen, Courtney, and Bridgette stood there. Bridgette looked tired with a pen or pencil behind her ear and a notepad sticking out of her hoodie pocket. She was also clutching her dark blue cellphone in her hand.

"Are you OK?" They asked almost simultaneously before they burst out laughing. They quickly stopped themselves when they saw I couldn't even bring myself to a smile.

"What happened?" Gwen exclaimed.

"Leshawna told us Mike got hit by a car." Bridgette said right after her.

I nodded my head. "He has a concussion." Dawn told them. I looked at her.

"Is it serious?" Courtney asked.

"They don't know yet. They are going to call his family and tell them." Dawn explained.

The doorbell rang again. 'Not more people.' I groaned in my head. But it was only Beth.

"I heard what happened. I don't know what I'd do if Brady got hit by a car." Beth looked up at the ceiling like there was something interesting up there.

"What happened though?" Gwen asked again.

I recounted what happened, though now I realized there wasn't really much to tell them.

"Wait, so, you're telling us that your boyfriend's evil personality saved you from a speeding car?" Leshawna asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Well, as far as I know, yeah." I replied.

"They're fighting." Dawn blurted out.

"Who?" Courtney asked.

"The personalities. And it's not just them against Mal this time. They're all fighting each other."

"Are they going to be OK?" Gwen worried.

"He won't wake up until someone wins control again." Dawn picked at her nails, obviously distressed.

"What if one of them gets really hurt?" I asked aloud. No one replied.

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Troublemaker by Olly Murs ft. Flo Rida

OK, so that one is a lot shorter than the last one, but it's around the normal amount of words so... Anyway, I have another question I want you guys to answer. Because this is a MalXZoey story, what do you think is going to Mike?

The Song is in Zoey's P.O.V. and it's actually the theme song of the whole story. I couldn't find anything that could go with this chapter, so I introduced it here. Anyway, I'm so glad to be back! Review: Tell me good things, bad things, ideas, Thoughts on future chapters, and even how the song goes with the story. I still don't care! Just review about something, please. :) Thanks for reading!