Making Memories of Us.

Twenty.

The sound of children running and giggling, filled the air.
They were no more than, eight years old at the time.
A girl, with shoulder length brown hair, laughed as she ran from a boy with messy black hair.
The boy grinned, as he caught up to the other, tackling her to the ground.

"No fair, Andy!" She cried.
"You have longer legs than I do!" She pointed out to him.
Andy grinned deviously.
"Its not my fault, your short." He told her.
"I'm still growing!" She defended.

"Lyla! Andy! Our mom made lemonade and nuggets!" Lydia called out to them.
Andy glanced to Lyla, before smirking.
"Race ya to the house." He challenged.
Lyla grinned.
"I bet, I'll win." She accepted, before the two took off.

"Andy, do you think we'll be friends in High School?" Lyla asked, on the back porch.
Nearly choking on a dinosaur nugget, Andy looked at her.
"Um, yeah dummy? We're always going to be friends, forever and ever!" He beamed.
Lyla's eyes lit up.
"You mean it?" She asked him, hope in her tone.
Andy nodded, confidently.
"Yup! And then one day, I'll make you my wife and then, we can always be happy." He told her.
A gentle smile, appeared on Lyla's face, as she took a drink of her lemonade.
"I like that idea." She agreed.
Andy grinned, widely.
"I thought you might!" He laughed.

**Emma's pov.**

"It's supposed to snow tomorrow." I told the girls, as they sat on the couch.
Lyla kept looking out the window, nervously.
"Whats on your mind?" I asked her.
Lyla frowned deeply.
"Its.. Its just, Andy isn't home yet and I keep thinking about that wreck, we passed by earlier." She murmured, biting at her lower lip.

My brows furrowed.
"Have you tried to call him? Or maybe, go next door and ask his parents?" I suggested.
Lyla looked at her phone.
"I left Andy, numerous phone calls and text messages.. he should of responded by now.." She told me.
"Then, all you can do, is go next door and ask his parents." I said now.
Lyla looked to her sister, before vanishing.

"Are they dating?" I asked Lydia.
Lydia's eyes, left her phone then looked to me.
"Nope, both of them are still remaining oblivious to a legit fact." She sighed.
I smiled softly.
"How are you and Zayne?" I asked now.
Lydia's eyes lit up.
"We're okay! He didn't come to school today, he had a doctors appointment. He's still there, I think." She said.
I nodded in understanding.

**Zayne's pov.*

"Alright, Mr.Vega. You should be good to go, just don't strain your left leg too much." The doctor instructed.
I nodded with a frown.
"Yes sir, will my leg be good enough for tomorrow's game?" I asked him.
The doctor looked at his papers, then back to me.
"I would assume so, just take it easy, like I said. You could make the muscles worse, and that wouldn't be good, especially with you being so young." He said.
I nodded.
"You can go now, just let the nurse know and she'll sign you out." He told me.

Walking into the lobby, I frowned at how quiet it was.
I headed over to the desk, smiling softly.
"Just need to sign myself out." I told her.
The blonde nodded, a blush spreading across her face.
"Alright, just sign here and rest up." She said, pointing to the line.
Nodding, I took the pen then jotted down my name and the date.

I felt myself jump, to the sound of the double doors, slamming open.
"Get him to ICU asap, we're losing him!." A male nurse snapped, rolling somebody in.
Something wasn't right.
{"DOCTOR WELLS, COME TO THE ICU, MALE TEENAGER. IN CRITICAL CONDITION, DOCTOR WELLS. COME TO THE ICU, MALE TEENAGER, IN CRITICAL CONDITION!"}

My blood ran cold, before my whole world began to spin.
Immediately, I recognized the teenager.

"Andy!" I cried, racing over to the bed, he was rolled in on.
"Sir, please step away." A female nurse urged me.
My eyes were widened, at the sight, of my brother.
His skin was paler, he had gashes on his face, arms and his shirt was torn.
His eyes weren't open.

"He's my brother!" I cried, trying not to completely lose it now.
"Sir, I understand, but he needs medical attention. Please, wait out here." She told me, before vanishing with my brother.
My eyes were widened.
He wasn't breathing, why the fuck wasn't he breathing!?

My whole body, was trembling.
I had to call my parents, I had to call my friends. 
I had to call.
Oh god, I need to call someone.

I stumbled back, into the wall, trying to calm down.
I reached into my pocket, shaking as I dialed our moms number.

{"Zayne? How was your appointment?"} Mom asked on the other side of the phone.
"M-Mom.. you n-need to come to the h-hospital." I told her.
{"What? Why? Are you hurt?"} She asked, concern in her tone.
"I-It's not m-me.. its A-Andy! Andy's h-hurt mom!" I cried, falling to my knees.
{"Oh dear god, okay. We're on our way, was it a fight?"} She asked me.
"I-I don't k-know.. just h-hurry." I said before hanging up.

I couldn't find my voice, to call the others.
I created a group message, urgently telling the others to come straight to the hospital.
I couldn't stop shaking, oh god.
Please be okay.
Be okay, you dumb ass.

The sound of a child crying, echoed through the house.
In seconds, the mother was running down a hallway.
Chelsie broke into Andy's room.
Andy hugged his knee, as he rocked back in forth.
"Andy?? What did you do?" She cried walking over to him.
Andy sniffled, wiping his eyes.
"I was trying to grab the book, dad put on the top shelf, and I f-fell; and now my k-knee hurts." He sobbed.

Chelsie frowned deeply.
"Alright, stay here. Let me go find some medicine, don't move." She scolded.
Andy nodded, trying to quiet down his cries.
Soon enough, his mom came back, with the items she would need
"Move your hand, sweetie." She told him.
Nodding, Andy removed his hands.
Chelsie frowned, looking at the red and bleeding knee cap.

"This is going to sting." She warned him, pouring a cold and wet liquid on the sore.
It would turn into a bruise, no doubt.
But, maybe he'd learn a lesson out of this.
Andy hissed, as she dabbed and cleaned his knee.
Finally, she placed a large band-aid, on the cut.
"There." She said, gently patting it.

Andy sniffled, before smiling.
"Thank you." He said.
Chelsie smiled softly, kissing her sons forehead.
"Next time you want something, come get us, your lucky it was just your knee." She told him.
He nodded, hugging her, before running off. 

**Cheslie's pov.**

"Where is he?" I asked walking into the hospital, with a group of people.
Which were, his friends and the Thorn family.

Zayne looked to me, his eyes bloodshot red.
"They took him to the ICU." He told us.
My whole world stopped, I couldn't breathe for a second.
Why was he in the ICU? What happened?
Is he okay? Will he be okay?

My eyes fell on Lyla, who looked like she was ready to feint.
Zayne frowned deeply.
"They wouldn't tell me anything, just that he was in need of immediate medical attention." He continued.

"T-The wreck.." Lyla stammered, tears freely rolling down her cheeks.
My brows furrowed in fear and worry.
"What wreck?" I asked her.
Lyla swallowed.
"On the way home, w-we passed by a crashed gray Camry.. I didn't t-think it was Andy, but-"

"No." I cut her off, tears appearing in my eyes now.
"Don't say anything, that wasn't our son, Andy is a cautious driver. T-There's no way, our child was in a wreck." I hissed.

"Is there anyone, by the last name, Vega in here?" A doctor asked, my eyes widened seeing blood on his coat.
"We are." Derek announced, walking over to the doctor, I followed right behind him.

The doctor adjusted his glasses.
"Are you Andy Vega's parents?" He asked us.
We both nodded.
I watched, his brows furrow with a sad expression.
"Ah, please.. come with me, I need to speak with you." He told us.
Fear was racing through my body.
I was scared, was our son okay?
There's no way, that was him.. in the wreck.

The doctor walked into a office, before turning to us.
"I am sorry to tell you this, but at three-forty six. Your son, Andrew Vega, was found crashed in a ditch; between some trees. When the ambulance arrived, they said your son was unconscious, the window wiper, was found, under his right rib." He told us.
My eyes were wide with horror, tears fell as I looked to my husband.
Derek's jaw was clenched.

"Is he going to survive?" He asked him.
My heart pounded against my chest.
The doctor frowned.
"We're doing everything we can, Andrew has lost a bit of blood, and he is suffering from head trauma. If he does survive, your son will be in a coma." He explained.
"Oh my god." I cried.
Derek frowned deeply.

"Please, do everything you can." He told the doctor.
The doctor nodded.
"I will, don't worry. Its good, that he was brought in so soon." He told us.
I frowned deeply.
"Before.. you said, Andy was found crashed.. do you know, who made the call?" I asked him.
The doctor looked at his clipboard.

"Ah, yes. A Jacob Thompson, made the call, according to the nurses that brought Andy in. Mr.Thompson, was still at the sight, but left the moment Andy was put in the ambulance." He said.

I looked to Derek, who was frowning deeply.
"We will have to thank him, later." He told me.
I nodded, not arguing.

"Hey sleepy head, you need to wake up soon." Chelsie told Andy.
Who was sleeping, soundly in his bed.
She smiled softly.
"We're going to have guests soon, and if you sleep, you're going to miss them." She continued.
Andy stirred in his sleep, before his eyes slowly opened.
"Do I gotta..?" He asked his mom.
She laughed softly.
"Yes, you need to come see everyone." She told him.

Letting out a small groan, the ten year old sat up.
"Is Lyla coming?" He asked her.
Chelsie shrugged.
"That's for you to find out, but you need to wake up and get ready." She said now.
Andy looked to her.
"Wake up, Andy."
"You need to wake up."
"Andy.."
"Wake up."





Don't kill me.
I hate doing sad chapters as it is, but its happening anyway.
So if any one is wondering, Andy is already in a coma.
This situation, will probably last the next few chapters.
Only because, the coma hasn't been announced and other stuff happens, as well.

And once he does, come out of the coma, this book will probably have twenty six chapters, and then it'll come to its end.
The second book, is still in the works.
So fret not, I have come to a conclusion.
This will become a series.

Anyways.
Why do you think, of all people, Jacob made the call?
How will Lyla react, knowing her best friend is in a coma?
Will Andy remember anything?
How long will it be, before he wakes up?

Until then!

C.K.R.