**Laura’s P.O.V**
My world feels like it’s crashing down, no I’m almost sure it is.
I hear Stormie try to stifle a whimper but it’s Mark that remains strong as he tries to calmly explain, though I can tell he could burst at any moment.
I watch his adams apple bob as he swallows.
“Well, son, we’re your parents, you were in a pretty nasty car accident on your way home from the tour and you’re in the hospital now, what do you remember?” Mark asks.
“N-not much.” He admits as he averts his eyes to our entwined hands.
He looks up at me, in a way when you think you recognize someone you know but then again you’re not sure.
I held my breath hopefully.
“Who are you?” He asks.
I quietly let out the breath I’d been holding as I tried to fight back tears.
“I’m Laura…you’re girlfriend.” I reply.
“My…girlfriend?” he asks confused.
I nod my head.
“For four and a half months now…you were coming home from being on tour, we were going to celebrate our anniversary.” I reply.
“Tour?” he asks again.
“Sweetie, you’re in a band called R5 with your siblings and your best friend…don’t you remember?” Stormie asks.
He shakes his head.
“No, sorry.” He replies.
Stormie stifles another whimper as she comes over and lightly wraps him in a hug.
“Oh honey that’s alright, I’m just glad you’re ok.” She replies, tears rolling down her cheeks.
I watch them for a few seconds, trying to fight back tears myself.
“Mark, I’m gonna go get the others.” I say after a slight pause.
He nods his head understandingly.
As I’m walking down the hallway to the waiting room tears slowly start pouring down my cheeks.
When I walk into the waiting room that’s when I burst.
Vanessa immediately comes and wraps me in a hug, resting her chin on my head in that sisterly way that I always loved about her.
“He. Doesn’t. remember. Anything.” I say between sobs, the tears running down my cheeks, and sliding off Vanessa’s leather coat.
“You guys should go see him.” I say, turning towards the others as I wipe the tears off my cheeks with my thumbs.
They nod and leave.
I turn into Vanessa’s shoulder again with another fit of sobs.
“I’m so sorry sweetie.” Vanessa coos into my ear as she did when I was little.
I feel her own tears dripping into my hair.
She pulls out of the hug and puts a finger under my chin pushing my chin up so I’m looking at her.
“Just keep your chin up, ok, remember the doctor said this would happen…and it may not last. Have faith, ok?” she asks.
I nod my head.
**a few days later**
**Laura’s p.o.v**
Ross was coming home today, while Stormie, Mark and the others went to the store for some much needed grocery shopping I helped Ross inside.
