When I came to, I didn't open my eyes right away. I didn't want to. My head hurt and I just wanted to continue sleeping, though I knew that wouldn't have been the best idea.

I could hear beeping. Steady beeping. A familiar smell wafted through the air around me and it made me feel uneasy. I couldn't place what exactly it was, but I didn't like it.

My eyes stayed closed, and I just breathed in and out for a second. I needed to be completely calm before I figured out what exactly was going on. I could have been in heaven, for all I knew. It seemed like a possibility.

I was in a bed. If this was heaven, then it was pretty comfy. I couldn't move my right hand when I tried. But other than that, nothing else seemed to be wrong. I was alright.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was about to close them once again. The white ceiling was bright, and it hurt my eyes. But I didn't want to close my eyes again. I didn't want to fall back asleep even though my body wanted me to.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position, which caught the attention of the person sitting in the seat next to my hospital bed. He immediately shot straight up in his chair when he saw that I was moving.

"You're awake," he gasped, scooting his chair closer to my bed. "Thank God you're awake."

I blinked at him, a look of confusion adorning my face. "Who are you?" I asked.

His eyes went wide, his jaw dropping. He looked like he couldn't believe what I had just said, and I only stared at him. He waited for a moment before finally uttering, "Leah?"

I blinked. "Is that my name?"

He still said nothing, looking absolutely shocked and terrified. I just continued to stare at him, and he just continued to stare at me. Neither of us said anything. It was basically just a staring contest between the two of us.

I really didn't have anything else I could have said to him, and he was just sitting there in complete and total shock, so I knew he felt the same way. Silence filled the room and I could tell he was trying to figure out what he was supposed to do or say.

Finally, I smiled at him and couldn't help but laugh. "I'm just kidding!"

Blake did not look amused by my little joke, but he let out a sigh of relief anyway as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face. He was still wearing his tux, coral blue tie and all.

That familiar smell was the bland odor of a hospital. I had been used to this after being here so often when Blake was unconscious. It almost made me sick to my stomach.

"How long have I been out for?" I questioned now, looking down to see that I was in a hospital gown instead of the dress I had worn to prom. It was hanging up on the other side of the room.

"Only two hours," he answered, seeming very thankful for this. "The doctors said you weren't going to be out for very long, but I just... I couldn't help but worry."

He didn't have to continue on and tell me why he was worried. I understood why. After he had been unconscious for four months, anything was possible. The doctor might have said that I was only going to be out for a couple of hours, but a couple of hours could have turned into a couple of months.

"I love you." His fingers tangled in my hair as his thumb stroked my cheek. "I love you so much and I was afraid that I lost you forever."

He leaned forward and kissed me lightly, as if he was afraid that I was going to break.

"I'm here," I couldn't help but smile. "I'm here, I'm safe, and I'm alive. I'm perfectly fine."

Okay, maybe not perfectly... But close enough. And that was all I was ever going to be.

"I'm such a horrible boyfriend," he groaned, his hands over his eyes. I knew he didn't want to look at me. "I couldn't even protect you and it's my job. You got hit right in front of me, and I couldn't do anything about it."

I reached out for him, but then realized that my left wrist was in a cast. This surprised me, and suddenly everything came back to me in a flash. Someone actually hit me with their car and just kept going.

"What's wrong with me?" I had to ask, unable to take my eyes off of my cast.

Blake sighed, rubbing his face one more time before he finally looked back up at me. "Your wrist is your worst injury," he explained, and I couldn't help but feel relieved. "You have a few scrapes and a few bruises, but other than that, you're perfectly fine."

I couldn't help but frown, even if I wasn't very injured. This seemed to be hurting Blake much more than it was hurting me.

"I didn't even see who hit you," he admitted now, staring down at the floor. "I couldn't see in the car; and then I was too worried about you to even look a second time. I completely failed at being an eyewitness."

"Hey," I whispered, reaching over and grabbing onto his hand. "You did the right thing, okay? Who cares if you didn't see who hit me? You protected me by making sure that I got medical attention. It's fine that you didn't see who hit me."

"I couldn't even call for help properly," he now whispered, sounding so ashamed of himself. He reached out and placed his hand on my cast. "I was freaking out. If Sean and Jaz hadn't come outside right after it happened, I don't know when I would have called for an ambulance."

I sat up a little straighter now. "Sean and Jaz are here?"

Blake merely nodded.

As if on cue, my childhood friend entered the room with the little schizophrenic girl behind him. They both looked relieved to see that I was awake.

"Leah!" Jaz smiled widely as she came around Sean. "I'm so glad to see you up! I was afraid that you wouldn't wake up for a long time like Blake did!"

When she saw the look both Blake and Sean were giving her, she realized she had said something wrong and shrunk back a little. I only forced a smile at her, and this caused her to smile back at me.

I then noticed that Sean's fingers were interlocked with Jaz's, and I kind of just stared at them for a second. It took me a second to find my voice.

"You're holding hands," I observed, as if this wasn't obvious. "Why are you holding hands?"

Sean looked at Jaz, and Jaz looked at him. Neither of them answered my question at first, though I guess they didn't really need to. It was pretty self-explanatory.

"We're dating," Jaz finally informed me simply.

I just sat there for a moment, not sure if I believed it or not. I remembered the first time they had met when they were outside this hospital. Jaz had punched me in the nose and Sean had helped her out of the car... I definitely didn't think that would lead them to dating.

I couldn't help but smirk. "Remember when you harassed me about dating a schizophrenic?"

Sean rolled his eyes at me. "Yeah, yeah."

It was kind of strange, seeing Sean and Jaz together. I was so used to him being with Cassie, that seeing him with someone else was just odd. I knew I'd get used to it eventually, but for right then... it was just weird.

When Sean had made fun of Blake for being schizophrenic, I knew he never thought he would have ended up dating someone who was just like the guy he had harassed for so long. The irony almost made me laugh.

"I didn't think you two were that close," I couldn't help but tell them. "I mean, I knew you were friends, but I didn't think that there would ever be something romantic going on between the two of you..."

Sean's grip on Jaz's hand tightened as he turned to smile at her. She beamed right back up at him, and I saw something in Sean's eyes that hadn't ever been there when he looked at Cassie. I only ever saw it when he had looked at me. And he had been in love with me.

"Wait, what about that girl from your school that you told me about?" I remembered the day I had asked Sean to the prom when we were both outside the diner. "You told me Cassie broke up with you because you had feelings for a girl at your school."

Sean shrugged. "I lied. I didn't want you knowing how I felt about Jaz because I didn't know how she felt about me."

This all felt like a dream, and I was finding it kind of hard to keep up. Cassie hadn't broken up with Sean because of me or some girl at his school. She had broken up with him because of Jaz. I sure hoped she never found that out...

I didn't really know how Cassie would have reacted if she found out who Sean really cared about. She didn't care that I had went to the prom with Sean, though she knew we were only going as friends and I wasn't interested in Sean that way in the slightest. But Cassie and Jaz weren't as close, so I didn't know how she'd respond to this...

I now thought back to why I was in the hospital in the first place. I had been hit by a car. Someone had actually hit me and then drove away without even stopping. Who would do something like that?

I now found myself asking Sean and Jaz, "Did either of you see who hit me?"

Jaz frowned, and shook her head. "No," she answered. "We didn't. When we came out into the parking lot, you were already on the ground and the car was gone."

Well, so much for that. I hoped that they had seen something, anything, but they hadn't. So now I was back to square one.

"You two are back together, right?" Sean now questioned, his eyes on Blake's hand, which was still on my cast.

I nodded and said, "Yes. We are back together."

It was good, being able to say it again. I was proud to say that I was Blake Solo's girlfriend, and I wasn't going to let what anyone else thought stop me from being happy. Even if they didn't think I was happy with him. They didn't know anything.

"But I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anybody," I told them honestly now. "I really want Blake and me to be the ones to tell them."

Our relationship was not going to be a secret any longer. I wasn't going to be ashamed or embarrassed, because I had no reason to. Blake was the perfect guy for me and it was about time people understood that.

Sean smirked only slightly when he said, "Cassie isn't going to like this very much, is she?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, Mona isn't going to like it very much either."

I didn't even want to think about them right then. Especially Mona.

Blake didn't look like he wanted to talk about his ex-girlfriend, so I decided not to say anything else about it. Sean and Jaz both noticed this, so they kept their mouths shut about it as well. The room filled with an awkward silence for about fifteen seconds before I finally broke it.

"Who else knows I'm here?" I questioned, hoping that no one else would be barging into my room. I didn't really want to see anyone else, especially with my hair messy and my makeup running. I had looked so good at prom, and now... well, now I had been hit by a car.

"Only your parents," Sean answered. "They're outside in the waiting room filling out papers."

"We didn't tell Cassie or any of our other friends because we didn't want to worry them," Blake continued for Sean. "We also didn't think that you wanted to deal with a hospital room filled with people in formal attire."

I nodded in agreement. I really was glad they hadn't told anyone else about my accident. Knowing my friends, they would be out right now partying, since the prom had now been over for at least an hour.

This reminded me of how I had won prom queen, and I reached up for my crown, not very surprised to see that it wasn't there. I shouldn't have expected it would be after I had gotten hit by a car.

"It's over that," Blake answered without me even having to ask him, and I looked over on the counter across the room to see my crown was there, fully intact. I don't know why, but that made me feel a lot better.

It was Sean that finally asked the one question we were all thinking. "Who would want to hit Leah?"

"Well, there's one obvious suspect," I couldn't help but grumble, and for once, Blake didn't deny anything when it came to me accusing Mona.

"Well, who else could it have been if it wasn't Mona?" Blake did not seem to want to admit that Mona could have been at fault for this, but he knew he had to. She was currently the only person that really had it out for me.

"Your social worker woman was there too, wasn't she, Blake?" Jaz inquired, looking like she was trying to remember if she had seen Carrie there or not. "I thought I saw you talking with her. She was chaperoning, wasn't she?"

Blake turned white. He didn't even have to answer the question, because we all knew the answer just by the look on his face.

I gulped. "Carrie was there?"

I hadn't even seen her, which scared me a lot. If I hadn't seen her in the dance, then I wouldn't have seen her hit me with a car. But Carrie wasn't capable of doing something like that, was she? She loved me once.

Blake nodded, but I could tell he didn't want to think that his social worker was capable of this, so he quickly brought someone else up. "Mr. Meyers was also a chaperone, too."

"Mr. Meyers?" Sean went rigid beside Jaz. "Mr. Meyers was there?"

Blake looked from Sean, and then to me, obviously confused. I immediately grew uncomfortable, not wanting to have to explain everything in front of Jaz. The less people that knew about Mr. Meyers, the better.

Seeing that I did not want to talk about this right then, Blake changed the subject back to what we had been discussing beforehand. "Is there anyone else that would have wanted to hurt her?"

"It could have just been a random person," Jaz shrugged, saying the one thing we were all thinking. "Maybe they were drunk, or they just didn't see Leah. They'd get in a lot of trouble if they stayed at the scene of the crime, so maybe they just took off."

I bit my lip. "I did run out in the middle of the parking lot without even looking."

Blake rolled his eyes at me. "Because you just wanted to get me home and take advantage of me."

I gasped, not believing he had actually just said that in front of other people! Who said I was really going to have sex with him, anyway? I had only been joking!

Both Sean and Jaz laughed when they saw how red I was turning, but I chose to ignore this. I did not feel like being both injured and made fun of at the same time.

"Well, Leah won't be able to do anything with you for a while, Blake," Sean now smirked over at my boyfriend. "You're going to have to wait until she's fully healed before you even think about doing anything with her."

"I'm not that injured," I grumbled, though I soon realized that hadn't been a good thing to say, because then all three of them started laughing at me all over again, and I only turned redder.

This had been the people that had saved me? I found that hard to believe, but then at the same time, I didn't. Because even though they made fun of me and they could be insufferable sometimes, I knew that they really cared about me. And I really cared about them, too.

When my parents entered the room, I didn't know how I was supposed to feel about this. Now that they were inside, my friends and my boyfriend were going to have to leave. Though I was pretty sure Blake was just going to wait outside...

"The girl Sean's with is pretty," my mother informed me with a smile once they all had left. "I'm glad he was able to find a girl he can be happy with."

She wouldn't have been saying that if she knew that Jaz was schizophrenic. She would have been reacting the same exact way she did when Blake and I were first together, because Sean was basically like a son to her. He always had been, so that was one of the reasons why I thought it was strange that she had wanted me to date him so badly.

My mother was also another person whose reaction to Blake and me getting back together I had to worry about. But I wasn't going to deal with that now, so I only forced a smile at said, "She is really pretty."

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I hate this chapter, but whatever. The next ones are better.

Who hit Leah? And don't just say Mona because you guys don't like her. She's an obvious suspects. There are many other people who could have done it...

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