Michael POV I can’t believe it. What kind of sick fucker would hurt us on purpose? I wonder who it was. Where’s my ma? Oh there she is. She looks awful. Has she gone home at any point during this week? Then again, I somehow doubt it. I know how much she cares about us. The Doctor put a Spiderman plaster over the gash on my cheek, it makes me look cool. Brian’s been into see me a few times, that makes me happy. I wonder if he’s seen Justin. I remember when I first woke up. I was in a panic. I knew Justin had taken most of the force and when they told me he was in a coma, I’d burst into tears. Imagine, me crying like a baby over a boy I’d only met the week previous. But Justin’s my friend and if he dies…I don’t know what I’d do.
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Emmett POV My poor baby! It’s been almost a week since he slipped into a coma and I’m still crying. He’s only 17, he doesn’t deserve this shit. That and they say he’ll have a lovely scar down his chest. Then again, scars are sexy but Justin’s too innocent looking. Oh god, I’m about to start crying again. I’m such a Queen. Brian’s hovering, although I have a feeling it’s not for us. Me and Teddy were released the day after the accident with strict orders not to over exert ourselves. I come back at night, Teddy and Michael get so lonely at night. That’s when I’ve seen Brian, he stands outside Justin’s room, watching in the window. Sometimes he even goes in. He’s still acting like he doesn’t care but I know better.
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Ted POV My back hurts. That’s the only thing going through my mind right now. Well, it is until I find myself sitting beside Justin’s bed. I talk to him, tell him about things. It’s kind of sad how I manage to talk to him about anything when I know he can’t hear me. I hold his hand, the one the Doctor’s say might not work the same again. I can’t help but feel angry, he’s an artist but without the use of his hand. He’s nothing. Stupid son of a bitch driver, ruining a young boys life!
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Daphne POV I woke up a few days ago and I hurt like a mother fucker. My mom’s here, so is Justin’s. I’ve seen the rest of the gang, they all look like their cats died. There’s something they’re not telling me. “Doc, where’s Justin?” I ask a rather scared looking man. I think it’s due to the look Jennifer’s giving him. He explains the situation and I’m momentarily glad I’m lying down, else I’d have hit the floor. God, Justin… I bite my lip, afraid that if I’m not careful I’ll start to cry. I’m not allowed any type of stress, but my breathing becomes irregular and they all look at me worriedly. My poor Justin. That’s when Justin’s father walks into my room. There’s a cut on his face and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. “You sick son of a fucking bitch!” I roar, causing everyone to jump.
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Jennifer POV My baby boy. I’m sat in Daphne’s room and I’m glad she’s awake. It’s surprising how tragic events can bring people together. By that I mean the fast growing friendship with Mrs. Chanders. “You sick son of a fucking bitch!” “Daphne!” her mother yells and I glance at Craig. He’s got a cut and that’s when it hits me. He hurt my baby. His son is in a coma. Because of him. So I do the only thing I can think of. I slap him…hard. “Get the fuck out and away from my children!” So he leaves. Good! There’s a hand on my shoulder, it’s Brian and he’s giving me comfort. I know he cares about my son, of that I’m glad. He’s already had a couple of failed loves, I hope this ones different. Yells are heard from outside the room and we peer out as a Doctor runs over, “Mr Taylor’s awake!” he seems to be bouncing in excitement.
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Justin POV Urgh, my head feels about ready to explode. I raise a heavy hand to rub my eyes as I crack them open. There’s faces everywhere, all watching me with wide eyes. One of them grabs my hand, but I don’t look at who it is. “Honey, we’re so happy you’re awake” I raise an eyebrow as I glance about at the blonde woman beside me, “Who’re you?” I pause. “More importantly, who the hell am I?”