Sorry I haven't updated in a little while. I had a lot of family in town for my brother's graduation so I didn't have much time to update. But I'm back :)

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Lena rushed through the ER entrance. After she had gotten done with meeting with the parents, the rest of the students had been sent home early. She unfortunately had to stay to ensure all of the students left the school safely, but the moment the rest of the students were accounted for she grabbed the rest of her kids and dropped them off at home. Mike agreed to stay with them until they found out how Brandon and Callie were doing. As soon as she dropped them off she got to the hospital as quickly as she could.

Lena still hadn't heard from Stef. She had gotten a text message from her to let her know she had gotten to the hospital, but that was over two hours ago. She knew that if Callie and Brandon were both okay she would have called her or at least sent her a text message so she could stop worrying. The fact that Stef still hadn't let her know the status of their children led her to believe that she didn't have good news.

As soon as Lena entered the ER she walked up to the receptionist. "Hi, I'm looking for Brandon Foster and Callie Adams Foster. I'm their mother, well one of them. My wife should already be here."

"Right, I remember her. Your son is in the ER main exam area. He's fine. He just has a mild concussion and some minor scrapes and bruises. Your wife was with him when she first came in but a nurse came down to get her so that she could meet with your daughter's surgeon."

"Callie had to have surgery? What kind of surgery? Is it serious?"

"She was taken in for an emergency craniotomy. She's in the ICU now. Your wife is with her. I can have a nurse bring you to her room if you'd like." The receptionist already knew that Callie's prognosis wasn't good. She was trying to do anything she could to make this day at least somewhat easier on both moms.

"Yes, please. That would be great."

"Let me just call the ICU so I can get one of the nurses on Callie's case down here."

Callie's in the ICU. That means she's alive at least. But, the ICU is usually for patients in critical condition. Of course she's in critical condition. She just had brain surgery. What did you expect?

My God! Callie had to have brain surgery. How did this happen? How did this day go so wrong? I should have never persuaded Callie to go on this trip. If I hadn't she would be at home right now, safe. Instead she has to recover from a brain injury. I just hope this isn't as serious as I'm imagining. I hope she'll get through this without any issues. There are so many things that can happen with a traumatic brain injury. Either way, we are going to get Callie through this! She's going to be fine! She has to be.

Callie's Hospital Room…

Stef was still sitting by Callie's bedside, holding her hand. She couldn't get herself to stop staring at her. She didn't want to take an eye off of her daughter. She didn't want to risk missing anything that Callie might do.

Stef was desperately hoping that Callie would suddenly open her eyes or move her hand, anything that would prove the doctors wrong. Prove that Callie was going to be fine and that she wasn't brain dead.

"Baby, I don't know if you can hear me. But, I'm choosing to believe that you can. I just want you to know that Brandon is doing fine. He's worried sick about you, but physically he's going to be okay. I met your friend Tyler. He told me that you were quite the hero out there. I can't say I'm surprised." Stef smiled at Callie, wishing for her to smile back.

"That's one thing about you Callie. You always put others before yourself. I admire that about you. But, I got to be honest Cal. Right now I really wish you weren't so selfless. I wish you would have just taken care of yourself this time, love."

A light knock on the door interrupts Stef's "conversation" with Callie. The nurse that had brought Stef up to the ICU earlier opens the door and steps inside. "Mam, your wife is here."

Stef sighed to herself. Dammit, how am I supposed to tell Lena about this? How do I tell her that our daughter might not wake up?

As soon as Lena entered the room she and Stef hugged each other tightly. The nurse excused herself quietly and closed the door behind her.

"How's Callie?" Lena asked as she pulled out of the hug and looked over at Callie.

Stef stayed quiet. She didn't know how to break this to Lena. She knew that this news would break her heart. She couldn't stand having to be the one to break her heart.

"Stef? What's going on with Callie?"

"Callie's…" Stef couldn't seem to find her voice. She didn't want to be having this conversation. She wanted desperately for this to be a horrible dream. She wanted to wake up so badly.

"Stef, you're scaring me. Please, tell me what's wrong with Callie. How is she?"

"It's not good Lena," Stef cried. She wanted to stay strong for her wife. But she was hurting too. She felt like a piece of her heart was being torn from her chest and she didn't know how to stop it.

"What does that mean? Is she not going to recover completely?"

"She might not recover at all," Stef admitted in tears.

"Yes she can. We can get her the best help possible. It might take time but she can get through this. We'll get Callie through this."

"Lena, Callie might not wake up."

"What?"

"The doctor said that Callie had very little brain activity."

"What are you saying Stef?" Lena knew what Stef was trying to tell her, but she didn't want it to be true. She was in denial.

"I'm saying that Callie may be brain dead. The doctor's don't think she's going to wake up."

The cry that escaped Lena's mouth was heart wrenching. It was enough for Stef to lose control. Stef and Lena both held each other as they both cried to the reality that they might lose their daughter.

The Adams Foster House…

Mariana, Jesus, Jude, and Mike were seated at the table in the kitchen. Mike had ordered a pizza, but no one seemed to be able to eat. They were too worried about Callie and Brandon.

"Guys, you really should eat something. None of you had lunch," Mike tried to get the kids to eat, even though he himself didn't have much of an appetite.

"I'm not really hungry," Jesus said quietly.

"That's a first," Mike tried to joke. "Look, guys for all we know Callie and Brandon are both fine. We just have to wait to hear from your moms. "

"But, they've both been gone for a really long time. Shouldn't they know how Callie and Brandon are by now?" Mariana asked, worry evident in her voice.

"They're probably just distracted with making sure Callie and Brandon are okay. Knowing your moms, they're probably up the doctors' asses to make sure that they're being as thorough as possible."

Jude was hoping that Mike was right, but deep down he had this horrible feeling in his gut. He knew that something was seriously wrong with his sister.

So, just got done watching the new Fosters episode. I think AJ is starting to grow on me so far. I guess we'll see how his storyline plays out.

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