I turned to Lana and apologised "I am sorry that I never told you about my dad."

"I wish you did." She replied while holding me tighter against her "I understand though why you did not. You wanted to handle this yourself. You did not want pity."

"I am sorry." I said again.

"You have always been the strongest person I have known. You have always wanted to stand on your own two feet with your head held high, but I wish you turned to me." She repeated, "I would have been there to help you."

I used to think that I was strong, but I was not.

What I needed was one person there with me. I wanted one particular set of large arms around me.

"I wish I told you too." I said, "I just could not admit to myself that I was struggling and that everything was not okay."

"It is okay for you not to be okay. It is okay to admit that you are struggling."

"It is not." I argued before trying to change the subject "I also should have told you what I was doing last night but I thought that it was maybe better you heard it from Brennan. I know that I would rather have heard about everything from Stone."

Lana went quiet until she wiped her new tears away and broke the news "That was not last night. Ella."

"What do you mean?"

She told me "You have been unconscious for three days."

"W-what?"

Her arms held me tighter, and I almost let out a hiss at the pain, but I did not say anything. I needed the warmth she provided.

"The dance and the accident were on Friday night." She explained, "It is Monday today."

I hated myself at that moment because my main priority was something that it should not have been. Someone. The person that had been on my mind every single second of that night and since I had woken up.

I questioned her "Did Stone get arrested? Is he still in jail?"

"No. He is here." She let out gently and then motioned with her head to the chair in the corner of the room "He sat in that chair for three days. He did not move once. All he did was watch you like a guard dog and scare all the nurses."

"He did not leave for three days?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Lana shook her head "He was like a statue. He never even slept."

"Where is he? Is he okay?"

"When we saw your arm twitch and when we saw you move for the first time then we convinced him to let you have some space." She told me "It did take us four hours to get him to leave you. He refused until he finally moved to the waiting room."

I tried to sit up but as soon as I did, I started to feel dizzy.