OKAY. I WROTE THIS CHAPTER IN LIKE AUGUST AND I CAN SWEAR I HAVE POSTED IT BUT APPARENYLY I FORGOT. I AM SO SORRY! I HAVE BEEN EXREAMLY BUSY, I AM LOOKING AT COLLEGES AND I AM UP FOR A WRITING SCHOLORSHIP AND HAVE BEEN FOCUSING ON THAT. I WILL TRY TO GET BACK INTO THIS STORY. I AM SORRY. ~Written in December.

Written in August~

SORRY! I have had a ton of internet problems and I just started school again and I'm still working. And I wasn't sleeping so I couldn't use the computer so it was just a series of unfortunate events.

However this Chapter was edited by K Kelly. She also has TL5Ys fics and they are pretty awesome!

Chapter 11, The Messages.

Its 10 pm when I text Elise, telling her just to come in the morning. The nurse walk by and give me sympathetic glances, which I guess are supposed to be comforting but actually just freak me out. I fall asleep in the chair in the waiting room, and wake up abruptly by my phone vibrating in my pocket.

Jamie, At the hotel be at the hospital in a bit. – Carol Ann.

Great. No more news yet. – Jamie

Carol Ann and Cathy had been friends since they were kids. Cathy had told me that Carol Ann was the one Cathy always felt she could talk to.

"Mr. Wellerstein?" The nurse. I sit up.

"Yes?" I hear the fear in my voice.

"The Doctors have decided that Catherine is well enough that she may be aloud visitors." Before I can speak my joy she holds her hands up as if to say wait, "However the doctors are choosing to keep her in a coma so her brain has time to fully heal. They are moving her into the ICU now. So it should take about an hour to get everything set up." I nod and she leaves. Cathy will be okay. She will live. Thanks god.

Sit down overwhelmed with joy that Cathy will be okay. I will never leave her side till she is better… or she tells me too. Oh god. Oh god. What if Cathy doesn't want me anymore? What if she is so mad? What if I ruined everything?

"Jamie? Are you okay?" Elise. I've been calling your name."

"Yeah, I just keep zoning out."

"Understandable. Did you get any sleep?" I shake my head.

"Not enough anyway." She rubs my shoulder.

"I brought you that book." She reaches inside her bag pulling out a hardcover, The Fire in the Sea by Mike Shiner, Cathy's favorite book, ever.

"Oh thanks. They are moving her to a room and allowing visitors in about an hour." She looks too relived and I feel this awful pit in my stomach about having to share the bad news too, "She is still in a coma though." Her face falls.

"Oh, well. Progress…" she sets her bag down in the chair next to me. "I'm gonna go get some coffee. I'll be back." She whips her cheek and leaves. And as I settle back into the chair my phone buzzes again.

Jamie, We're here. Coming up. –Carol Ann.