***Mary-Kate*** I woke up and looked around the room. I was in a hospital? "Hello?" I called. Brett appeared at the door "Hey" he said walking over. "What happened to you arm?" I asked pointing to it. "Ryan" he said simply. "How are you feeling?" "Fine" I said "Why?" "Well," He said, getting a chair and sitting next to me. "When I first saw you, you were unconcious. When we were walking back to the car, you were acting weird and you were falling asleep a lot. I was very worried about you." "I hit my head on a rock" I said wincing at the memory and rubbing my head gently "Man, Ryan turned out to be one major jerk" Brett nodded "That's an understatement!" "So when can I get out of here?" "I'll go find out" Brett came in and sat back down. "The doctor said that they want to keep you over night for observation. You can leave tomorrow sometime." He smiled. "Will you stay with me tonight?" I asked him, worried I might be alone. "I'm not going anywhere." He said as he kissed me. "I think Ashley wants to see you now." He laughed as he pointed to the door. I looked and saw an anxious Ashley peeking in. I nodded to Brett and he left. "I was so worried!" Ashley said rushing over and hugging me "I felt like I'd die" I hugged her back and fought back tears "Me too!" ***Marc-Andre*** Brett came in and sat down. "I have news on the war." I said to him. The smile on his face disappeared and he looked at me. "What is it?" He asked. "We've retaken most of Los Angeles. It seems that they are almost ready to surrender. By the time we get back to LA, there will only be one major attack left to do before LA is ours again." I informed him. "What about the other cities that were attacked?" He asked. "They aren't doing too bad. It will take a while, but I am confident we will win." I said. ***Ashley*** Mary-Kate looked unhappy. "What's wrong?" "I just realized that I fell for Ryan and he turned out to be the worst guy." She explained. "Brett tried to warn me, but I didn't listen. I got so mad at him for no reason." "It's in the past, MK." I said as I hugged her. Mary-Kate now looked like she was in pain. "Mary-Kate?" I said concerned. "Are you alright?!" After a moment, the pain subsided. "I'm fine." She said putting her hand up. "It's nothing." No ammount of reassurence could stop me from worrying though. "I'll be right back" I said. I walked out to the waiting room where the boys were quietly talking. They stopped when they saw me approaching. I was too worried about Mary-Kate to be suspicous. "Brett?" I said sitting down next to him "What exactly did the Doctor say about Mary-Kate?" "Umm.." He said thinking back. "She said Mary-Kate had a concussion... Is anything wrong?" He said getting up. "She just seemed to be in a lot of pain and I was worried about her" I explained "Maybe it was just my imagination. She did say she was ok" "They wanted to keep her over night for observation." He said. "It's probably normal for her to have headaches. I'll stay with her tonight." "Ok" I said leaning back in my chair. I suddenly felt very tired. The last couple of days had been anything but relaxing. Marc-Andre noticed "Come on" He said "I'll take you back to the apartment" I was too tired to argue. I said good-bye to Mary-Kate and Brett and we went home... ***Marc-Andre*** We got back to the girls apartment. Ashley started crying. "It's not fair." She bawled. "Why does life have to be so hard? What did we do to deserve this?" I held her tightly and rocked her back and forth. There wasn't anything we could do for now. I took her to our room and put her in Brett's bed, since he was with Mary-Kate tonight. ***Mary-Kate*** Brett was sitting in the chair next to my bed fast asleep. But, for some reason I couldn't follow suit. I was wide awake thinking of everything that had happened that day. It was really scary. And so was the fact that I had the worse headach ever. There was this incessant pounding in my head that was driving me crazy. "Ow" I moaned quietly. Brett was at my side in a moment "What's wrong?" He asked "Nothing" I lied. "You sure?" He asked. I nodded weakly. I probably should have told him, but I didn't want him worrying. He gently kissed me then went back to his chair. He soon fell asleep but I didn't
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