Justin stood on the porch, head down, shoulders shaking due to his silent sobs. Daphne glared at the passing Brian and, surprisingly, so did Michael. Although the girl was sure Michael would have liked nothing more than to give Brian the old ‘one-two’ but it was Debbie (who’d also been watching) who smacked him upside the head, a little harder than usual, letting off some steam and yelling at him about hurting her Sunshine. Daph stood behind her friend, a hand on his shoulder before hugging him tightly from behind. “I was a fuck…that’s all, he’s already had me…” he whispered, voice wobbling as he sniffed. He felt dirty, he’d given away something precious and now this. He sighed, “Let’s go Daph…” he mumbled, walking into the house, “Mikey, Em, Ted, you coming?” he asked, not bothering to stop as he stalked out. The rest of the gang looked about nervously before kissing Deb goodbye and all but running past Brian to the door. After they’d all piled into Ted’s car, Justin behind the wheel, they laughed and joked. Anything to get Justin’s mind off Brian. Daphne couldn’t help but notice, as Justin turned onto the high way, he was going a little faster than usual. Well no, a lot faster than he should have and it scared her, the fact he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white didn‘t help. “Jussy? Slow down…please?” Looking startled, the blonde glanced at her, “Huh?” Michael grinned, “It wasn’t a particularily hard question, now slow the hell down!” So he did. Emmett said something to him, causing his eyes to flick off the road for a second. That second was all the driver of the chevy behind him to clip the back of the car, spinning it. Justin POV The car doesn’t want to stay on the road, I feel it veering towards the wall by the side of the road. My friends are all screaming and it hurts. My chest hurts and I can’t feel my arm. I think Emmett’s crying, something about Teddy but I try to drown it out. Cars have stopped around us, sirens can be heard in the distance. I hear Michael thanking God that help is on the way. Daphne almost screams as a cough escapes me, blood dribbling down my chin, out of my mouth. “It’s okay, we’re going to get you out!” Who said that? Where was that voice coming from? Ugh, why the fuck do I feel like shit!? The last thing I remember before passing out is the concerned look on the EMT’s face as they try to pull me from the vehicle. ************* The hospital was clean smelling. It was almost sickening. The waiting room was in chaos. Debbie wanted to know about her boys, Jennifer was being consoled by her daughter who was silently plotting ways to capture, torture and murder the driver of the other car for hurting her big brother and Uncle Vic was having a heated argument down the phone with someone. A bloodstained doctor came out a nearby room looking somewhat grim. That was never a good sign. “Mrs Novotny, I’m happy to say you’re son will be fine. He suffered minor abbresions and some whiplash. That was the same for a Mr Honneycut and a Mr Schmitt. Miss Chanders suffered minro fracturing to her left arm where the door crumpled, as well as a slight dislocation to her lower right leg. However the main damage rests with the driver, a Mr Taylor..” Jennifer choked back a sob and Molly’s eyes narrowed as the doctor continued, “He has slight internal bleeding from where the metal pierced through his chest, which explains the continuous coughing up of blood. He also suffered severe head injuries where he hit the wheel. His left wrist was broken in two places as well as three ribs. The damage to his head may affect the motor skills of his right hand, we won’t know for sure until he wakes up out of his coma…” Police Officers appeared, obviously wanting to know what had happened. The not so hurt were happy to tell them exactly what happened. It wasn’t long before everyone was kicked out as visiting hours were over. Brian POV Vic had called me to tell me what had happened. It didn’t help I was getting my dick sucked at that point. When I heard that Mikey, Ted and Em were fine that was cool. What I hadn’t expected was Justin and Daphne to be in the car, let alone be hurt to the point where I’d almost lost my blonde. No, not MY blonde. He’s not mine. He’d asked me to come in and see them but I refused. Justin wasn’t my responsibility. He was a big boy, he had his mom and the rest of the family. So why did I feel so guilty? Anyway I’m here now, flirting with the ladies so they’ll let me into see Justin. I know I’m a coward, that I can’t come and see him when everyone else is here but hell, wouldn’t want it to seem like a cared. As I entered the room, I thought I was going to die. He looked so peaceful, lying there. His normally pale skin even whiter. The only thing marring it were the hundred and one machines he was hooked up to. The room was quiet, save the slow beeping of the life support. Silent tears filled my eyes but, stubborn fuckers they were, refused to fall. I slipped into the seat beside him, sniffing softly as I held his dainty, slightly cold hand. “Jus….” I whispered, my voice hoarse as I dropped my gaze. Shit, I’m not meant to feel this bad. If I hadn’t yelled at him, he wouldn’t have left. He’d still be at Debbie’s with me. An officer enters the room, obviously shocked I’m here as he squeaks, then coughs. “Do you know who it was?” The man nods gravely and somehow I don’t think I want to know. Just by the look on his face I know. I almost lost Justin. Because of his father.