Okay, I'm officially the worst author ever: "Published: 06-09-07 - Updated: 06-21-08". I really didn't know I hadn't updated since then. I was actually going to update on Saturday, but it was my birthday (: So I figured that if after 9 months, another few days wouldn't hurt… :S Oopsies?

Italics in this chapter are Ryan's thoughts.

'Evans, Sharpay?'

Ryan's head shot up. He looked at the doctor who was standing with a clipboard just outside the waiting area. He ran over to him, but before he could say anything, 'Relation?'

'Brother. Twin, actually,' Ryan said eagerly, 'Is she alright? She will be alright, won't she? Where is she; can I see her?'

'Mr Evans, as you know, your sister woke up briefly during the car accident –'

'Yeah, yeah; I know that. Where is she?' The young blond was bubbling over with excitement to see his sister.

'Yes, well, your sister also woke up again soon after she was taken to theatre, and then went under again –' the doctor was obviously hiding something.

Why can't he tell me where my sister is? I want to know! I need to know, for God's sake! My twin could be dying and they aren't doing a damn thing about it!

'Where is she? Tell me where my sister is!' Ryan said, fury burning in his eyes.

'Your sister, Sharpay Evans, she's in intensive care.'

Everything stopped. Ryan rocked on his feet slightly for a moment, and then fell into a chair near him. He leant his elbow on the armrest and rubbed his face with his hand roughly. He drew a long deep breath and peered up at the doctor through the top of his eyelashes. 'Intensive care, huh?' he smiled, but it was vacant of any happiness, 'Well my sister always did like to show off big style,' he said, pushing himself up from the chair and facing the doctor, 'I need to see her.'

The doctor nodded solemnly, 'Right this way.'

'And remember the time that Chad fell out that tree and broke his arm? Yeah, that was the funniest thing ever. You remember that, Gabi?' Troy patiently waited for an answer. 'And…when, when…we sang Breaking Free? You were too scared at first but…but I helped you through it. And…' Troy sighed exasperatedly, and threw his head back. 'Why do I even try? You're not gonna answer me anyway.'

He bit his lip and stared at her. 'Tell you what? You know this ring?' He slid his silver ring off his finger and showed his unconscious girlfriend it. 'You know how much it means to me? Yeah, I bet you do,' he smiled tiredly and threw it up in the air and caught it, 'I'm gonna give you this ring, and you take care of it, yeah?' He took it between two fingers and placed it in his girlfriend's hand, curling her fingers around it with his. However, when he took his hand away, her fingers slowly fell open again and resumed to their normal immobile state. 'Okay, maybe not like that…' He took the ring and slid it on her finger, and got up. He kissed her hand, 'There. You take care of it, you hear?' He smiled against the skin of her hand and let it drop onto the bed. Then he slowly made his way towards the door.

Chad and sport go together like…peanut butter and jelly. Like…a car and a mechanic. Like…a pencil and a sharpener. Like…a failed relationship. In fact, that's probably the best comparison. Something that should have worked, but didn't.

And Chad without sport is an unhappy place. Unlike the others, he didn't have a special secret hobby that filled his non-sport time. So without sport, his life was pretty much a black hole, an empty void.

And what was his comfort? Food. Lots of it.

'Dang oven,' yes, he wasn't the best of cooks, 'Dang oven burnt my dang food. Dang…stupid…little non-sporty…activity,' he burnt himself, 'Dang it!'

'I know, I'll use the microwave,' Chad spoke to himself, putting another meal into the microwave. He pushed the button, 'Yes, who loves Chad? My microwave, that's who. Yes, it is,' Chad stopped, 'I'm going mad. I'm talking to my microwave. I've lost it.'

'This is hopeless!'

Yeah, I know. It's not very long. But it was sort of a lighter note to end the chapter on. Reviews for the worst author ever?