I wake up to the sun shining brightly through the window and rub my eyes. It's time to leave this place, I can feel it. This is a hotel, not a home. I get out of bed, shower and put on some clothes ( my favorite Fall Out Boy shirt, black short shorts and my black vans), make some coffee and blast some Bring Me The Horizon. I wake up Gerard and pack our bags, throwing him and outfit for the day. "It's time to leave. We need a change of scenery and I'm sure Frank and Char do too, unless they just wanna bone each other until the end of time. Seriously, it's getting pretty gross. I'll Drive." I tell him and he shrugs and nods, then kisses my cheek and gets ready to go. We gather Charlotte, Frank and their bags from their room and hit the good old open road. We sing along to Can you feel my heart?, Mr Brightside, Wonderwall, Move along and many other great songs while we travel along down our path of adolescent angst and teen-ish thoughts.
Four days of straight driving later we're ten minutes from the Grand Canyon and we stop for gas. It's seven o' clock out and it's already dark. I'm walking out of the little store with a monster and a receipt for the gas in my hand. There is only one car here besides ours, until a white SUV drives in quickly and haphazardly. The driver hits the brakes and the car spins straight towards me. I try to run back into the store, but I trip and fall. In the blink of an eye the world goes black and the last thing I see is my blood splattered and scraped across the hood of the car.

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When I open my eyes again, I'm hooked up to an I.V. and Charlotte is holding my hand, crying softly next to my hospital bed. "It's supposed to be me that dies at the end of this trip, not you!" She shouts, unexpectedly. Frank gets up from his chair in the corner and walks over. I squeeze her hand.
"What do you mean you're supposed to die?" He whispers slowly. She swallows and bites her lip.
"Frank, I have terminal cancer. I'm so sorry...I should have told you sooner. You deserve to have known. Please forgive me..." She pleads, letting go of me. He walks out of the room shaking his head and leans against the wall outside the door. I can see him slide down the wall, collapsing into himself. He puts his head in his hands and cries. I look at Charlotte and reach out to her.
"What happened? How bad is it?" I ask. Her head snaps towards me.
"You're awake." She breathes the words, "You got hit by that drunk driver at the gas station a week ago. It cracked your head open, broke your ankle and knocked you clean out. You lost a lot of blood. If it weren't for Gerard...you'd be dead right now." Gerard. Where is Gerard? Suddenly, I'm frantic, hyperventilating, shaking my head and saying over and over again, "Where is Gerard???" I swing my legs out of bed and grab the I.V. pole. I limp, stupidly putting pressure on my cast that runs from the middle of my shin all the way down my foot, hurrying down the hallway. "Where is he? Where's Gerard? Where? Where? Where is Gee?" I mutter. Frank notices, sniffles a little, then follows me. Charlotte calls the nurse and they all follow. They chase me into the waiting room, where Gerard is sitting in the corner, his legs pulled up on the chair, knees under his chin. Tears are slowly streaming down his cheeks. I'm frozen, staring at him and whimpering. He's the one who called 911, administered first aid, stayed with me and held my hand in the ambulance. Frank scoops me up in his arms and carries me back to the room, letting my now full blown panic attack take its coarse. He sets me back down on the bed and nurses fill the room, elevating my foot, adding more medication to the I.V., trying to calm me down. It takes twenty minutes for them to give up and just sedate me. The last thing i see before I'm unconscious again is Gerard sitting between Char and Frank in the chairs across from my bed. They all look terrified.

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