Paisley and I arrived at the hospital soon after we left the house. I was so worried about Peyton. What was going to happen? I didn't know how bad the crash was, and I didn't know how Peyton was hit.

I asked the doctors how she was, and they told me that they would tell me as soon as they could. Paisley and I sat in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity.

"Is she going to die? Please tell me she won't die.. Then it'll just be you and me," I cried hysterically to Paisley.

"Mum, she isn't going to die. The doctors told us there was a slight chance of her dying. People don't die in the type of crash Peyton was in. They usually just have injuries, if any," she assured me.

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I had been sitting in the waiting room for at least an hour worrying about my first born daughter, the one who looked more like her dad than Paisley did. That's another thing I knew I wouldn't be able to live without. How I see Daniel in her, it just made me remember him and cherish his life, even though he was gone.

Many things were going through my mind. How would I tell the family if she dies? I knew Paisley said she wouldn't die, but my mind kept going straight to the bad things that could happen. Would I be able to tell Luke? How would I tell him? What about Maria, or Ashton, Michael, and Calum? I was so worried and confused.

A doctor came out to talk to us. He told us that they had concluded tests, and they were beginning to analyze the results. They believed something would be wrong with her memory.

I prayed and prayed that she would be okay. The doctor made sure that I knew there was less than one percent chance of her dying. I thought about that, and that kept me from crying.

I asked Paisley to call Maria. I knew Maria would want to know about this. I knew she would probably come to the hospital and comfort us, sit here with us while we waited to find out the results.

*Paisley's POV*

"Hey Maria!" I exclaimed as I called her from my phone.

"Pais? What's up?" She wondered.

"Well, we're at the hospital right now because Peyton was, um, in an accident coming home from your house," I informed her. The line was silent for a few seconds.

"I'm coming right over. You're at Sydney Hospital, right?" She asked, and I told her that we were.

"I'll be there soon," she told me and hung up right after.

I told mum what Maria had said, that she was coming to the hospital. Mum knew she would, and so did I.

Minutes later, when Maria got to the hospital, she walked over to mum and me and sat beside us.

"Is Peyton okay? What's going on? How bad was she hit?" Maria fired questions at us.

"She's okay, but they think she might have brain damage or some memory loss. They weren't exactly sure yet. But she wasn't hit too bad," I filled her in on what she missed.

"So you think she'll be okay? Just maybe a little memory loss? Any other injuries?" She wondered.

"Not that we were told. I think she just hit her head hard off of something. I don't think anything else was hurt in the crash," I shrugged.

"Good. I'm still worried about her memory loss, though. How bad will it be?"

"We will know soon, but I don't know how soon. The doctors will tell us right after they find out, and hopefully we'll be able to see her after they tell us," Mum finally spoke.

"Yeah, I'm hoping we can see her soon. I want to hug her and hug her and hug her for hours straight. I don't want anything bad to happen to her," Maria pouted.

"I don't know what I'd do if I would've lost her. That would be two people I loved, gone because of drunk people who think it's okay to get behind the wheel," mum sighed angrily.

"Peyton will be okay, mum. Don't worry about her dying. That's not going to happen. We'll all be okay and everything will be alright," I tried to tell her.

"Everything won't be alright because Peyton will probably have memory loss. What if she doesn't remember me?"

"She'll remember you, mum. You need to stop worrying. It's not healthy for you," I worried for her now more than I did Peyton.

"I'll try to calm down. I just want the doctor to come out here right now and tell us we can see Peyton. I really want to see her and see how she's doing," Mum smiled a little, the first time I'd seen her smile since we found out about Peyton.

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We waited another good thirty minutes until a doctor came into the waiting room to talk to us. He told the three of us that we could go in and see her. He warned us of her memory loss, though.

The thing about her amnesia was that she couldn't remember anything that had happened in the past ten years. He told us that she believed she was nine years old and that it was 2006 again.

As we walked into the room, Peyton looked at us as if she was surprised. She wasn't used to seeing me as sixteen. She probably thought I was still six. I bet she thought Maria was still nine like she thought she was. It was so sad, and I wanted to talk to her to see how bad she was.