I don't know how I ended up in this place. The last thing I remember was pulling out of the venue. That's it. Images swirled in my head, but I couldn't piece it all together. I opened my eyes, groaning at the sudden bright light that assaulted my retnas. I put my hand to my forehead, strange, I can't move my arm properly. I go to sit up, but I can't. I clear my throat, or at least try to. But then I realize, I have a tube down my throat. What the fuck is going on?! I start to panic, looking around the room. There's absolutely no one in here. It's just me, on this cold, hard bed. The covers are itchy and all I want to do is stand up and go home. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, they're burning with how bright that fucking light is. I hear the door swing open, no realizing that I had caused quite the commotion.
I look up at the lady as she gave me a warm smile, "Oh I'm so glad you're awake now, Ms. Keyser." She said, checking what looked to be monitors of some sort. Wait. How the fuck does she know my last name? I furrow my brows, waiting for answer. Or at least waiting for this woman to pull the tube out of my throat so I can ask some fucking questions. Two more women coming in, all three now were dressed in green or blue scrubs. Y'know, the kind nurses wear at hospitals or nursing homes. I'm in a fucking hospital? Oh, the questions that are running through my head now.
The two women who had walked in after the first one, held me down to the bed as the one who approached me ealier pulled the tube out. My throat burned then. I coughed for what seemed forever before finally pulling in a deep breath. I started to shake, watching as the women went to work on the machines that were attatched to my body. I swallowed hard, trying to sit up again.
"W-what happened?" I managed to get out.
The three looked at me, furrowing their brows.
"You mean, you don't remember?" The first one asked. She had jet black hair, grey eyes, and a face only a mother could love. I shook my head.
"Izzy, why don't you go get Dr. Cartmen in here." The red head said. She was a lot prettier that butterface. The one that was called Izzy nodded her head, her curly brown hair falling over her shoulders. I do recall seeing piercing green eyes before she walked out, her shoes making a squeeky sound as she did.
"We'll have the doctor come in and tell you what happened." Butterface said. I really need to work on my people skills.
I shook my head, "No I want to know now. What the fuck happened? Why can't I move, why am I fucking here?" I felt tears prick my eyes.
I've always hated hospitals. Never could stomach walking into one while mom was bed ridden and battling the last stages of cancer.
"Well, sweetie, we can't tell you anything. We're just the nurses here, otherwise I would be happy to tell you what happened." Butterface said. Even her voice was annoying.
"You know what, how bout you two just get the fuck out. Yeah? Leave me the fuck alone. If you can't tell me what the fuck is going on, then fuck you. Tell the doctor he can shove his pen up his ass as well." I snapped, leaning my head back as I let out a large sigh.
I heard the door again, Izzy saying something about a visitor.
"I don't want to see fucking anyone! I want to go the fuck home!" I yelled, snapping my head up.
I was shocked to see him. I figured he'd be long gone by now. Brian walked into the room, a somber look on his face. "I heard you woke up. I had to come see for myself." He murmured, stepping into the room.
My breathing caught in my throat as I watched the nurses file out after waiting for me to ask him to leave. When I never said anything, I guess they took that as an okay for him to come in. He sat by the edge of the bed I lied in, taking my hand in his.
"You scared us all." He whispered.
"Us?" I asked, my voice still hoarse as ever.
He nodded his head, smiling softly. "me and the guys." He stated, reaching over to move some hair from my face.
"Brian, what happened? Why am I in here?" I asked, feeling myself shake with anxiousness.
"You were in a bad car accident. No one even knew you left the venue until we started hearing sirens." He said, shaking his head. "Why did you leave anyway?" He asked.
At that moment, I was completely lost for words. I couldn't just come out and tell him that I was jealous that he got to see Jimmy. I couldn't be that cruel. I shook my head, "...Don't.." I whispered, looking down at my hands.
"Jimmy has been so worried. He's been sitting in that waiting room since they first brought you in here." He said, staring me down.
I looked up at him, frowning, "He..he's still here?" I asked, completely dumbfounded.
He nodded his head, "Yeah, as soon as he saw your car after being hit by that semi, he wouldn't leave you." He said, chewing on his bottom lip.
"But that's impossible. He should have passed on, I don't understand..." I started to ramble, feeling tears prick my eyes. Why would he still be here? He got his closure, the guys go theirs. Why was he still here? I looked at Brian, then it hit me. Why the fuck were the guys here? For me of all people?
"Why are you guys here?" I croaked out, able to sit up with the help of the little button on the side of my bed to pushe the head end up of the bed.
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're really gonna ask that question, kid?" He asked, leaning forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. I nodded my head, swallowing hard.
"You brought us Jimmy back. You're more like family now. More than just some fan. You brought us the one person we thought we'd never get back again. The one guys that brightened our days." He explained, a tear slipping down his cheek. "You don't know how much that means to any of us. At first, I thought it was all a joke. A sick, sick fucking joke. But when he just...Appeared...I don't know what else I could do, or say...Thank you." He whispered, looking to me then. "Thank you so much." He croaked out.
Before I could say anything else, the door swept open, a tall man with brown hair and a white jacket walked in.
"Ah, Ms. Keyser. It's a miracle you're awake. We thought that the coman would have surely had you under for quite some time." He said, looking at what I believe were my charts.
"I was in a coma?" I asked, looking to Brian. He just nodded at me.
"Yes, ma'am. You were in a coma for about...a week and a half. The six men outside said they were family." He said, looking at me to say different.
"Brothers looking out for their little sister.." I said, smiling somewhat.
He took that answer with a nod of his head, taking in a deep breath. "When paramedics got the crash site, they had to get you out with the jaws of life. The semi literally rolled over the car you were in. You suffered from mild brain trauma, two broken ribs, your left shoulder was dislocated, one of your lungs were puntured, and your right femur was broken. I'm surprised at the little damage done." He said, genuinely surprised.
"I feel like shit though. This is what you call little damage?" I asked, frowning at the man.
"Honey, you should be dead right now with how mangled the car was." He said, looking at me like I was some science experiment. I looked down at my lap, swallowing hard. How was I alive?
"When can she go home, Doc?" Brian asked, taking my hand again.
"Well, we'll go over some tests and if she's in good health, then she could leave by the end of tomorrow. But if anything comes back with something like infection due to the breaks, then it could take longer." The doctor explained. Brian nodded his head, looking over at me.
"Let's hope she can go home tomorrow then." He said, giving my hand a squeeze.

The doctor left, leaving me there with Brian. The silence was defeaning, but never awkward. I looked up at Brian, feeling tired all over again.
"I'm getting sleepy." I whispered, trying to stifle a yawn.
He laughed then, shaking his head, "You've been asleep for a week, how can you be tired?" He asked, standing up from the bed.
"I'm gonna go get the guys. They'll want to know you're okay." He said, leaning over and kissed my forehead, patting my good shoulder before he walked out of the room.
I sat that for a few minutes before I heard rushing footsteps. The door swung open again, the familiar face of Jimmy appearing in the room. He face lit up with he saw me, a goofy grin spread wide across his handsome face.
"Meadow!!!" He all but yelled as he flailed his arms above his head as he came over to me. I laughed as he awkwardly climbed on top of me, trying hard not to knock me around to much as he pulled me into a hug. "Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again, do you understand me missy?" He said in my ear, giving me goosebumps.
Matt cleared his throat then, "Uh, Jim...you're going to cause her to slip into another coma if you keep hugging her like that." He joked, coming around to the side of the once Jimmy jumped off. "Hey, kid." He said, leaning over to hug me. I returned the hug the best I could, finally getting the feeling back in my limbs. And by feeling, I mean the fucking achyness of it all.
After Matt pulled away, Zacky came over, kissing my cheek sweetly before telling me to never pull another stunt like that again. Yeah, because it was by choice that I got hit by a semi. Johnny and Arin both gave me a hug before scurrying out of the room. Saying something about ice cream in the caffateria. Men.
I looked up at Jimmy, who started playing around with the cast on my leg, drawing really odd things on the white cast with a hot pink Sharpie. Matt walked out of the room then, followed by Brian. Perfect timing.
"Jim..." I started, adjusting myself the best I could.
"Hmm?" He muttered, filling in the lines of a odd shaped penis on my cast.
"...Why are you still here?" I asked quietly, chewing the inside of my lip.
His movements stoped then, his head lifting up to look at me. "....They left out one part of the accident." He whispered, visibly swallowing before speaking again. "You were dead for a five minutes. Those five minutes, I...begged for you to stay alive. To be given that second chance. On one condition." He said, looking back down at my cast.
I just sat there, dumbfounded for the most part, "One condition?" I asked, licking my now dry lips.
"Yup." He said, popping the 'p.' "That I stay with you. To keep you safe. It was your mothers idea as well." He said, going back to his drawing on my leg
I couldn't mentally process this. I was dead for five minutes, given a second chance because he asked for it? And of all people, my mother put him in charge of me, so to speak? Well then.
"So what do we do now?" I whispered, cuffing my fingers together as I sat there.
"We carry on with our lives." He said simply, looking up at me with a large smile on his face.