AN: Not a doctor. Hopefully, at least part of what I wrote is somewhat accurate.

Amy POV

Doctors always say do not try to make a diagnosis yourself. Nothing good can ever come out of it. It just added an extra layer of worry. Yet I had still done it. I had looked up the possible trauma Callie could have while we had been waiting to hear news. When I had read the articles on WebMD and other sites, I had made a list of trauma that I had seen on Callie.

I had learned that blast/explosion injuries are separated into four different categories.

Primary, which was caused by the impact of supersonic blast wave on body.

Secondary, which was caused by the impact of debris from blast onto body.

Tertiary, which was caused by the impact of body thrown by blast onto environmental surfaces or debris.

Quaternary, which was cause by all explosion-related injuries, illnesses or diseases that were not cased by the first 3.

The list of traumas under each category was truly terrifying.

The doctors face didn't give any indication as to how good or bad her condition was, making the walk even more harder and unbearable than it already was. The anticipation of finally learning the truth, the real situation was eating at me.

Cooper and I followed the doctor to a more private area, which was located three floors up and a lot closer to where we will be able to see Callie later on. It was a smaller room, with an oval table in the middle surrounded by chairs. There was a kids corner, with all kind for toys, drawing books, pencils. A water cooler stood next to the doors. The large window out looked the city. We were on the 4th floor, so the view was quite nice. Unlike the rest of the hospital, this room, somehow, did not smell like disinfectant.

Once we all had sat down the doctor started to explain in more detail about Callie's condition.

My fear came to life, when I was listening to the doctor explain Callie's injures because her trauma fell into all four of the categories. The list of her injuries was long. Too long. I could barely listen to it all without my stomach turning. Part of my wanted to just scream "Stop" and cover my ears with my hands, because I could not listen any more, but other part, needed to hear all of it, even the smallest detail, despite how horrible and excruciating it was to hear and to imagine how much it hurt, how long it will heal and how it will affect Callie's life.

The doctor had started with a trauma that fell under the fourth category. Callie had some partial 2nd degree burns on the right side of her body – leg, arm and torso. That' s understandable as her right side had been turned to the blast source. Doctor consoled us by saying it's not as bad as we probably are imagining it. With proper treatment and some luck of course, there is a chance to avoid any scarring. Thankfully, she had been far enough to avoid the 3rd degree burns.

Her collar bone and two ribs on her left side are broken most likely from being thrown by the blast and landing onto something or just hitting the ground hard.

Smaller and bigger contusions, scrapes, gashed and cuts were covering her whole body. Those were from whatever was flying through the air and had hit her body. The worst, was the gash on her head, by the hairline. It had required, what to me sounded like a record number of stitches. It explains, why there had been so much blood on her head, face, shirt. Another nasty, uneven and deep laceration was on her right tight, caused by a piece of shard that had been embedded in her muscle. Now I know why she had been trying to take pressure off her leg.

She had also been suffering from some internal bleeding. The supersonic wave from the blast might have caused that. Doctor informed us that the surgery, they had done, repaired whatever was bleeding successfully, without any complications.

For me, it was the hardest to listen the doctor speak to us about the TBI. Which I knew, was very common injury from this type of trauma. Thankfully, it appeared that she might have only a mild TBI.

She had been mostly conscious, while I had been with her, during the ride to the hospital and in the emergency room, which was a good sign. Her eyes had opened spontaneously, they had been following the doctors as they had moved around her. Time by time, her eyes had closed as she was drifting off, but then waking up again.

But when asked to do a simple tasks such as – wiggle feet, squeeze the doctors hand, look left or right, answering a simple question about telling them her name – Callie had been non responsive. That had at first made the doctors fear for more sever TBI. However, that fear was erased after another doctor, who had been assessing her injures, had informed them that Callie most likely was suffering from loss of hearing, because of the ruptured eardrums, and could not hear what they were asking her to do. After further assessment, however, it was clear that she had not lost movement of her limbs. Her feet had twitched, when a pen had been dragged across the sole. She had squeezed back the nurses hand.

The doctor was optimistic, saying she will regain her hearing once her eardrums heal, it will take a few days to two weeks. As for the head trauma, they will know more once she wakes up and can do some more tests. She will be monitored closely for the first few days.

The recovery was certainly going to long and bumpy, but the doctor was optimistic that she will recover.

"Do you have anymore questions at this point?" The doctor asked us after he was done listing all of the injures

I squeezed Coopers hand harder, so he would turn and look at me. Cooper had been doing all of the talking with the doctor, as I still was keeping mum. I could not get the words out of my mouth. They were there, on the tip of my tongue. My mind was screaming all the questions I still wanted to ask. But I just couldn't. I could not say them out loud.

I had not missed the concerned glance my way from the doctor because of my silence.

Cooper and I stared into each others eyes, as I was trying to tell him, what I needed to know. And Cooper read me like an open book, because the next moment, he turned back to the doctor and asked "When can we see her?"

"I do believe it won't be long anymore," Callie's doctor said "You can wait here. I will tell the nurses to come find you, when Callie's ready for visitors."

"Thank you, doctor." Cooper replied as both of the men stood up and shook each other hands.

Meanwhile, I stood up as well, only to walk over to the window and stare out to the city. It was dark already. Lights were turned on in the street and in the rooms inside the buildings. The city looked quite beautiful at night. It was a clear night, sky was full of stars, big moon. City seemed quiet. Peaceful, even, despite the fact of what had happened earlier today.

I hugged myself in a way to console myself, while I thought about how hard recovery we have in front of us. All I could do was let out a long sigh. I felt overwhelmed by thinking of the long road ahead.

One step a time - I told myself. The first step was Callie waking up. I will worry about the rest, after I have seen her big brown eyes looking back at me.

I felt arms wrap around me from behind and felt Cooper's body press up on me.

"We will get through this. Callie will get through this. We'll make sure of it," Cooper whispered in my ear before planting a soft kiss on my cheek. I nodded back vigorously as we remained in the embrace, staring out to the city.

Callie POV

It was the most bizarre thing I had ever seen.

Something I wished that would happen, but knowing very well that it was not possible. It will never happen in real life. The only way it could come true, was in my imagination or in my dreams. I was not sure, which was it now.

I was standing on the porch in my childhood home. My feet bare, feeling the cold wooden boards. Wearing only PJ pants and a t-shirt, that I know I had seen Markus wearing, the day I arrived at the Scott's. The air smelled fresh, like it had just rained. It was warm. The Sun was up high in the sky, must be the middle of the day.

In the small yard of my childhood home, next to the grill, stood Aaron and Cooper, both with an open beer bottle in their hands. Somehow, I had never thought that they could have anything in common, besides loving Amy and me. So seeing them interact with each other was truly interesting. They seemed to be in a deep conversation about something. I walked closer, curious as to what they were discussing as both of them seem to be really taken by the topic.

"-stadium has the best hotdogs I have ever tasted!" I head Aaron announce. Food. Stupid of me to not see it - they both did like to cook. Don't understand how I missed that. But this topic was also a mix with sport, which again, stupid of me, how I had missed that.

"Oh, yes!" Cooper agreed, nodding his head vigorously "I took Amy and Callie to a football game there last summer. Best hotdogs, I'm not afraid to say it, in the whole state!" they clinked their beer and each took a sip

"Does she like it? Football, I mean?" Aaron wondered a moment later

"Callie?" Cooper asked to make sure

Aaron nodded "I never got the chance to take her."

"She's not the biggest fan, but she did enjoy the family outing. Callie has watched it with me for company. I'm sure she would have loved to go to a game with you too."

I moved closer, wanting to talk with both of them, but my attention was grabbed by Markus calling out.

"Catch!"

As I spun around, I raised my arms arms, thinking a ball or some other object will hit my face. But I felt nothing. Lowering my arms, I looked to the other side of the yard. Jude had caught the football, Markus had thrown at him. My brother was so excited, he raised his arms up, threw the ball down and started to do a silly victory dance, making Markus clap and cheer from where he stood.

"You are getting good at this!" Markus told my brother

"I had a good teacher," Jude replied, picking up the ball, smirking at the older boy

"I'm going to run over there," Markus pointed to his left "Try to throw the ball there for me to catch. Ready?"

"Yes!" Jude held the ball close to his chest in both of his hands, ready to pull back and throw it

I wanted to stay and watch, but I heard my name being called "Callie!"

I turned on my heel, to the source of my the sound. It was my moms voice. Through the kitchen window, Colleen was waving for me to come inside. I was excited to see my birth mom and talk to her.

The scenery around me changed on its own. I didn't have to walk anywhere. Doing a 360, I realized that I was no longer in my childhood home, but I was in the Scott's house kitchen. Looking down, I noticed that my outfit had changed as well to simple blue jeans and a tank top. As I looked up I saw my moms. Birth and adoptive. Smiling. Talking and laughing, as if they were best friends since kindergarten, all while making dinner. Colleen was chopping something by the kitchen table, but Amy was mixing something in a bowl by the sink.

The conversation changed, it happened almost like I had skipped through or fast forwarded their talk.

Colleen had stopped chopping and was now by the sink. She put the cutting board in the sink and quickly washed it, then turned around, leaning with her back to the counter "I don't know how to thank you."

Amy put the tray (pan) of food in the stove and closed the doors. As she stood up, she smirked back in a very Amy manner and replied "It's just dinner Colleen."

Colleen smiled back before explaining further "No, I mean...about taking her in. Looking after her. Helping her through everything. Raising her like she was your own. Giving her a family. I'm afraid to think of what would have happened to her, if you two hadn't met. I knew Jude was safe, that he will be okay, but Callie...I feared for her so long. Until you came along."

Without saying anything, Amy walked up to Colleen and hugged her.

'I'm going to protect her as long as I possibly can," Amy promised Colleen as they leaned out of the hug

"Speaking of the devil," Amy looked to me and grinned, as she took step away from Colleen giving her back the private space

"Oh, hi, sweetheart. Your mom and I were wondering-" Colleen said turning to me

I ran towards my and hugged her tightly, basically crashed into her.

"Oh," I heard mom gasp at the sudden hug. It took her a moment, but she hugged me back. Cradling me close to her chest.

"I love you!" I told her. This was one my regrets. I never told her I loved her that night. Now that I had that opportunity, I sure as hell will take it.

"I love you, too, sweetheart," I felt her plant a soft kiss on my head

I felt some fabric grace my arm. Still remaining in my birth moms embrace, I turned my head and looked over my shoulder.

Amy threw her arms up and said with a small grin "Where's my hug, huh?"

"Then come hug me," I grinned back and reached out to her with my left hand, inviting her into the hug. Amy threw the towel over her shoulder and hugged me from behind. I was now mushed between my two moms.

I had to pull out of the hug, when out of nowhere, I started to get this strange feeling all over my body. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. After that, it felt like my whole body was tingling. Numbness followed afterwards. But then, everything started to hurt.

My right side -arm, leg and torso - felt like it was on fire. I ran over my other hand all over it, trying to sooth the sensation. But as I did it, I realized that it hurt when I put pressure on my right leg. So I shifted my weight to my left, but that only caused stabbing pain shoot through my ribs. I winced in pain realizing no matter what I do, it hurt.

"Callie, what's wrong?" Colleen asked me, worried, but Amy just stood and observed me from afar, without saying anything, as if she had already know this was going to happen.

"Something's wrong," I said stumbling back a step as I felt something drip down my temple. I tried to reach up, but pain shot through my collar bone, limiting my movement with my left arm. In the end, I reached up to wipe whatever it was off of me with my right. When I looked at my fingers, I saw blood on it. Lots of blood. I felt it as the warm liquid was dripping down my temple, cheek and in the end saw as a blood droplet fell to the floor right next to my feet. My head was pulsing, I started to feel dizzy and my stomach turned.

And just like it had happened before, the scenery around me changed. I was standing in a white, bright and long hallway. Markus and Aaron were standing next to Colleen on my left, but Amy was standing between Jude and Cooper on my right.

"What's happening?" I asked averting my attention to Amy, because previously, it had seemed as if she know what was happening

"You need to wake up, Callie!" Amy insisted

"What?" I frowned, not understanding what she meant by that "I am awake."

"No you are not," Jude replied taking a step closer to me "You need to come back to us."

My head snapped to the left as I heard my birth mom speak.

"Can't she stay a bit a longer?" Colleen asked them with pleading eyes. I wanted to side with my birth mom.

I wanted to stay here longer, wherever - here - was. This dream or imagination I had created in my mind - I liked it here. It felt real.

Cooper, the man, who went from being stranger to a father figure to me, was here. Along with my baby brother, who was careless and happy, enjoying life and I wanted to make up to him for all the time that we spent apart. And if Jude was here that meant that the Adams Fosters are somewhere here as well, just hiding for now, making sure that I spend all the time I have here with the people who I love the most.

My adoptive family was here and I would love nothing more to get another chance with them, to really get to know them, because I never got the chance the first time around as things were complicated back then.

But most importantly, my moms were here. The two people who are the most dearest to my heart.

"No," Amy said with tears in her eyes as she gazed across to my birth mom "We need her. I need her to wake up!"

That was all the explanation needed.

I understood, why I need to wake up.

It was dark, before it became light. My eyelids felt heavy, but I fought with everything I had to keep my eyes open. My vision was blurry at first. I had to blink a couple of times before it cleared up and I got used to the bright light. My feet felt the most warm, like the Sun was shining directly on them. Maybe it was. I felt the weight of the blanket on me. There was complete silence all around me, but my nose instantly picked up the strong disinfectant smell. Almost as if someone had just washed the floors and every surface.

Pain medication must be wearing off, because I started to feel it. First, it was barely there. I barely noticed it. But the longer I stared up the ceiling, the more intense the pain became. It hurt all over, from my head down to my toes.

I was starting to wonder how much longer will I be able to take it, before it becomes too much and my body gives in.

Out of nowhere, I saw a stranger pop into my line of sigh from the right side. A woman in her 30's I would say. Coal black hair that was taken in a ponytail. Wearing light blue scrub top. She smiled down at me. Her mouth moved, but I didn't hear a thing.

My mouth was dry, lips stuck together. I had to lick my lips, before I managed to say out "...mom..."

I had no idea if she understood what I had just said. I thought about the word, but I was not sure if it had left my mouth the way I had thought about it. I had not heard my own voice as the words were coming out of your mouth. Maybe I spoke so quietly.

She raised her hand up and pointed to my left. I guess I had gotten the message across. I had spoken the words, just had missed hearing them.

I turned my head a little to my left. Just barely, but the movement still made my head hurt, I even got slightly dizzy.

My mom was sitting in a chair beside my bed. She was leaned onto the bed. Her head rested near my left hand ,faced turned towards me, but eyes closed. Amy was asleep. Moms left hand was placed over my lower legs, but her right was holding my hand. She was sleeping in what I think was one of the most uncomfortable position. But she was here. With me.

I felt a light touch on my chest. Just the fingertips. Looking back up, I concentrated on the woman's lips this time. Even thought I didn't hear it, I understood what she was saying.

"Rest."

The pain slowly started to fade away as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.