Hello there! It's Ivy again. I recently stopped writing my story, The Falling, and wanted to create something new. Now, this story is not based on actual facts. It is completely fictional. Having said that, It was also inspired by two great friends of mine. Their names were Tonto and Pochahontas. (Those are nicknames.) These two amazing people were killed in a motorcycle accident a few days ago and I miss them very much. So, I'd like to dedicate this story in their memory. I'd like to ask that there are no negative or demeaning comments. Thank you for your time and I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I do. Praying for the Past: Chapter 1 I stood in the hospital waiting room, pacing from wall to wall. I was worried out of my mind. If she died what would I do? I fought back the tears as the memory flashed in front of my eyes. •°•°•° The grass was deep green and the sky a crystal blue. Puffy, white clouds shaded us from the sun. I looked over to see Elijah chasing Talia as she chased our cat, Snowball. Talia's blonde ringlets shined in the sunlight and Elijah's green eyes sparkled. Snowball meowed and ran out into the street. Talia followed him. I turned my head to the sound of a horn blasting. Tires screeched and there was a sickening crunching sound. I didn't even have time to yell her name. •°•°•° The tears welled up and they spilled down my cheeks. Oh God, please let her be alright. I slumped into a waiting room chair with my head in my hands. This place was making me dizzy. It smelled like chemicals and cleaning supplies. And the lights were so bright they gave me a small headache. I was breathing deeply and slowly, trying to stay calm, when Elijah walked back into the waiting room. I looked up to see him, along with a nurse who followed a few paces behind him. I stood up and folded myself into his arms. He kissed the top of my head and whispered, "Katia, the pretty sure she'll pull through. Stop stressing." Of course, he couldn't really say anything. There were bags under his eyes and he was just as fidgety as she. We let go of each other, though Elijah kept one arm wrapped loosely around my waist, and faced the nurse. "Mr. and Mrs. Taliafero," she said with a voice like molasses, "You're daughter's condition has stabalized, and we hope she wakes up soon. We'd like to run a few tests and make sure everything is running smoothly." She paused and I clenched a fist into Elijah's shirt. "The injuries so far," she read from a paper attached to her clipboard, " Internal bleeding, six broken ribs, left arm broken in two places, and leg broken in one. We've stopped the internal bleeding, but for now she's in a coma-like state." I gasped loudly and buried my face against Elijah's side. Never in my life had I felt so broken and lost. So helpless. The nurse gave us a sympathetic look, as if she'd done it millions of times. No doubt she had. She left soon after that. Elijah and I shuffled over to a stained plastic couch and sat down. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked his hand through my chin length hair. We just had to wait and hope. Wait for our daughter to die and hope that she didn't. I know it's short, but it's late where I'm at. I'll update again soon if you guys like it. I won't be here this weekend, so it'll probably be on Monday. Thanks again. ~ Ivy! :geek: