Chasing Your Dreams

The Media

Miranda's pov

Me and Sierra were hanging out at tootsies, getting lunch and listening to music. "You're doing great!" I call to the musician. "Any requests?" He asks. I smile and was about to reply when the damn paparazzi started bothering me again! I glare hard at them. "Leave me alone!" I yell, walking to the stairs. Someone takes my picture. "Come on Sierra let's go." I say when another flash goes off in my face and I lose balance.

Sierra's pov

"Holy shit! Noooo!" I scream, running over as she falls down the stairs. "MIRANDA!" I screech. I know as soon as her dad finds out, these media guys are fucking dead so I take their picture so he knows which ones to go after.

Jason's pov

My phone rings. "Hello?" I say. "Hello, sir, are you father of Miranda Aldean?" Hmmmm. "Why yes I am? Why do you ask?" Brittany glances over at me. I put a hand over the mouthpiece. "It's probably nothin' baby." She looks back at the TV. "Well your daughter fell down the stairs at Tootsie's orchid bar and she's in a coma in the hospital." I stand up, the phone slipping from my hand. "Jason? What's wrong?" I'm too freaked to even reply.

Sierra's pov

Her parents get to the hospital. Cole stands up and shakes his hand. "What the fuck happened?" He's seething. "Me and Miranda were listening to music and eating lunch when the paparazzi started snapping pictures. We were trying to leave when this one guy took her picture blinding her for a second and making her fall down the stairs." I say, trying not to start crying again. Brittany hugs me. "It's gonna be okay.... Right Jason? She'll be okay?"

Jason's pov

I'm so pissed off. These damn paparazzi crossed the line. "Sierra please tell me you got faces and names?" "I got faces but I don't know their names." She hands me her phone. I know these guys. They've been bugging me since everything with me and Britt. "They're dead." I whisper. "You're gonna leave? She needs us!" "And I need to stop those damn media hounds from coming after her!" "Once she's awake and better, Jason." Brittany says, holding my shoulder. I stare at the bed for the longest time. "B-Britt... W-What about the baby?" They're both close to seven months pregnant. The doctor walks in. "How's the baby?" Cole asks instantly. "The baby's fine. I think he'll be fine the last two months if she stays like this." "B-But h-how long is she gonna stay like this?" I gasp. "We don't know but it's not looking good. She could be like this the whole time. She might never wake up." Horror fills me. "Are you saying-" "She could be brain dead." He finishes. "Doc! There's gotta be something you can do!!!" Cole screams. "I'm sorry. We can't do anything while she's pregnant and if it is what we're all thinking, it'll be too late by the time the baby gets here. It's just a waiting game now guys. I'm sorry." My daughter is probably be dead! "She'll never get to be a mother." I whisper, getting on my knees beside the bed. I say a prayer for her and the baby. Cole starts crying. "I can't believe I might lose her." He whispers. "The only thing we can do now, Cole is pray." I say, hugging him. "This can't happen. I can't lose her. We were gonna be a family. I can't stand the thought of Alex growing up without her." "Nice name." I say, trying not to cry myself. "Come on Britt let's go home. There's nothing we can do right now." "What are we gonna tell Keely and Kendyl?"