Page 129 of Finding Fate

He nodded.

How could it be Wednesday? The last thing she could remember was being at the Homecoming game. Emma had won queen, right? The Sharks won the game...

“The doctors had to keep you sedated for a while, sis,” Annie explained. “You fractured your skull. They had to watch your brain for swelling.”

“I hit my head?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that explains the major headache, but what about everything else?”

“That’s not all I hurt, though. What’s wrong with my ribs?” She tried to reach for her rib cage with the hand still lying on the bed and realized it was in a cast. “And my arm?” she added in alarm. “What else is wrong with me?”

“Calm down, Izzy. You’ll be okay,” Jet soothed. “Some of your ribs are bruised, but you broke your arm and an ankle.”

“Wow…” she said in shock, moving her hand to Tucker’s. He stroked her palm, avoiding the wires. “What happened to me?”

Jet and Annie looked to one another, not sure what to say.

“Tuck?” she asked.

“You don’t remember?” He sounded hopeful.

“No. The last thing I remember is the game.”

“Do you remember anything about after the game?” There was that hopeful tone again.

She shook her head, wincing as it sent the throbs pounding harder against her skull. Her brow pulled together in concentration. She wanted to remember. She didn’t like how Tucker was avoiding the answer to her question.

Slowly, things started to return. “I remember we were going to leave for the dance. No. We were going to go get some food first.”

She picked her brain some more, searching for any memory of the accident. “I remember talking to Megan in the stands…Wesley was there.”

She saw Tucker’s eyes drop to the bed and knew she was close. “He made Megan leave so we could talk…I argued with him.”

She was almost there. She could feel it. “I got so mad at him. And he kissed me,” she said, surprised and disgusted at the memory.

They were flooding back now, and she barreled forward. “I remember feeling so angry that I couldn’t defend myself. I was about to give up, and stop fighting, but then you came. You pushed him off of me.”

Tucker met her eyes again. Isabel couldn’t understand the expression he held. “You hit him and pulled me behind you, but Wesley got back up. He looked so angry.”

Her body ached as she shuttered at the memory of Wesley’s enraged eyes, the look that had frightened her so immensely. “I fell. Down all those stairs…”

Her voice trailed off. She could remember the look on Tucker’s face when she fell, and it chilled her to her very core. She looked around. Everyone was looking down now. What was she missing?

“What aren’t y’all telling me?”

No one looked up.

“Tell me,” she demanded. She was tired of this.

“You fell really far, love,” Tucker started, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I know. I was at the top of the stands.”

“You were really hurt.”

“Okay.”

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