AN: Hey guys! Here's the second chapter! I really appreciate the reviews and would love to hear what you think of this one. Constructive criticism is always welcome, just no flaming please! Also- on another note- is it just me or is fiction press not showing the hits to your stories?

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McFudge

When they reached the hallway that housed the rooms of Becca and Eliza, the Davises and the Morrisons split, going into their daughters rooms.

Becca was awake, laying in her bed, impatient for someone to come and tell her what had happened. She had bandages wrapped around her torso, a few stitches on her head and some cuts up and down her arms, but otherwise she really didn't look too bad. At some point, the doctors had washed the blood out of her hair and as soon as her parents entered the room, Becca's fiery temper returned.

"Where's Eliza?" she demanded as soon as her parents entered the room.

"How are you Bec?" Mrs. Davis asked, nervously.

Becca shrugged off the question with a nonchalant "fine." Then she repeated her earlier question; "Where's Becca?" sounding slightly more intimidating and impatient.

"She's just across the hall sweetie." Mr. Davis replied, deciding it wasn't worth beating around the bush.

"What happened to her?" Becca asked, cautiously but yet determined to find out.

Neither Mr. or Mrs. Davis answered right away.

Sensing her parent's hesitation Becca pressed onward, "What happened to her? The last thing I remember before waking up here, covered in bandages, with a numb feeling presumably from some drug is seeing Eliza passed out and covered with blood in the driver's seat." When her parents didn't answer right away, Becca grew even more impatient. "What happened to her? You have to tell me. It's worse not knowing."

Mrs. Davis took a deep breath and answered Becca in a sickeningly coddling tone; "Well honey, the car hit her side really hard and it smashed her legs to a point where the bones shattered and well… You see in order to save Eliza they had to…" Mrs. Davis took a deep breath before continuing, "They had to amputate her legs just above the knee. But she's still alive and stable. I don't know if she's awake yet after surgery, but it looks like she'll be okay."

Becca was stunned. Her friend Eliza was such a strong personality. She was a swimmer and absolutely loved to be in the water. Becca knew how much Eliza needed her legs to swim, and she knew that that would devastate her. Also, just the loss of mobility would be so hard. Becca may have had her own assortment of cuts and gashes that would probably leave scars, but in comparison to Eliza she had gotten off way easy.

"When can I see her?" Becca asked, a steel in her voice. She was really sad for her friend, but what good would falling apart do? Becca found no solace in breaking down emotionally and had her own way of expressing grief. She knew that she wouldn't feel better until she saw Eliza and was doing all she could to help her.

"Well hun, you're hurt and you can't just go traipsing about the hospital. Plus she's not even awake yet." Mrs. Davis said hesitantly. She knew that her daughter wouldn't rest until she saw her friend, but still. Becca was hurt and had to get better herself.

"I will see her Mom."

"I know Bec, just focus on getting better."

"I'm fine." Eliza retorted, kind of annoyed and unwilling to listen to common sense.

"Sorry, but I wouldn't exactly call you fine at the moment. You were in a crash and lost a decent amount of blood. You will get better. We will not lose you. I was so worried when I got that call from the police saying you were in surgery at the hospital. I love you so much, and I don't think I could manage if you weren't here."

"I love you too Mom. And Dad, I love you too." Becca supposed that if the near death experience had set in, she may have been more overly emotional, but she figured that would come. She hadn't even stopped to think how her parents had felt when they got the news.

"Love you Bec. And you do know that you're staying here until a doctor says otherwise. Try to get some rest. We'll be right here and as soon as we know that Eliza's awake, we'll tell you too." Mr. Davis said, love in his eyes.

Gradually Becca calmed down and she drifted off into a fitful sleep, full of worry for her best friend.

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Shortly after Becca drifted off to sleep, Eliza started to stir. Lily and the Morrison parents watched hopefully as she gradually opened her eyes. Within a few minutes, Eliza was awake.

"What happened?" she asked, a slight, tired slur in her voice.

"You were in a crash hun." Mrs. Morrison replied.

"I know that. All I remember is the crash and then everything went black. I remember some pain, but it doesn't hurt anymore. Where am I anyway?"

"We're at the hospital. The EMTs and the firemen got you out of the car and rushed you into the hospital and into surgery." Mr. Morrison replied in a somber voice. It seemed that Eliza had not yet realized that she had lost her legs and he really hoped that he would not have to be the one to tell her.

"Why was I in surgery?" Eliza asked but then her voice trailed off. She became aware of the bandages wrapped around her torso and then she shifted her gaze to her legs. In a wavering voice that sounded like she was about to cry, Eliza asked, "Mom, Dad, where are my legs?"

Mrs. Morrison started to cry, and Eliza just sat in shock. She was propped up against the bed, but when she looked down, where her knees should be, there were only stumps. All that was running through her mind was sheer disbelief. She couldn't even begin to comprehend what had happened.

"Liza the doctors had to amputate your legs. When you were in the crash your legs took the brunt of the crash and the bone splintered. You had lost so much blood and the damage was so severe that they had no choice to amputate your legs if they wanted to save your legs." Mr. Morrison explained, his voice full of pain for the pain his little girl was going through.

At that point, Eliza just collapsed into tears. She was on the swim team, and she loved the feeling of being free in the water. How was she supposed to do that without her legs? Also, how was she supposed to get around? How would she walk? It was all just too much. Eliza was just a regular teenage girl, worrying about her classes and swimming and whatever drama her overly emotional friends had managed to cook up. She had just got her license and life was good. And now this? How was she supposed to deal with all it? She and Becca had plans.

And then another thought popped into her head. Becca. Oh God. What about Becca? Becca was in the car too, and Eliza had been driving. If anything had happened to her…

"Mom, what happened to Becca?" Eliza asked in a shaky voice. She almost didn't want to hear the answer. Her mom was still crying, but Eliza's little sister Lily spoke up.

"She's fine Liza. I think the doctor said something about having some cuts, but that nothing was broken and she was otherwise fine. This sounds like a really stupid question and I'm sure you'll grow to hate it, but Liza are you okay? Because if anything happened to my big sister…"

"Come sit here Lil. I don't think fine is exactly the word for it, but I think I will be, someday."

Lily sat next to Eliza on the bed, and Eliza became determined. She may be in a pretty bad place at the moment, but Eliza would make it through. She had to. There was no way that Eliza was going to let a small thing like having no legs keep her from doing what she wanted to. Eliza had always overcome whatever life through her and this would be one of them. It would be hard, but she would make it through. At that point, she couldn't imagine anything else. If she did, Eliza knew that things would be bad. So she would simply keep it positive, if it was the last thing she did.