Pain. Coursing through her entire body. She couldn't even open her eyes. She thought she heard someone moaning piteously, and didn't realize that it was her. All she had been trying to do was climb the wall to fetch a rock for her rock garden, and now her body was in agony. Fillmore was long gone, having rushed for Doc as soon as he saw her foot slip. She was all alone. She tried to get up, roll over, even move, but she felt as though everything was shattered beyond repair. Fillmore returned to find her broken, bleeding, and crumpled at the base of the wall, a pile of rocks surrounding her, just as he had left her.

The horrific sight hadn't worn off in the time he had gone to get Doc, and his front was etched with fear, horror, and worry. Doc, coming up behind Fillmore, was horrified at the sight. He hadn't expected the level of damage Foxy had sustained. The two vehicles could hear a faint moaning sound coming from her, and exchanged a worry-filled glance.

"We gotta do somethin', Doc."

Doc was looking over Foxy's crumpled form, his expression growing more downcast with every second. "Fillmore, cars this badly injured usually don't make it. I'm sure that a human wouldn't be able to survive the operations necessary to save them." Doc told him gently, his expression teeming with doubt.

"We can't just leave her die, man." Fillmore replied firmly, his dark brown eyes revealing the fear lurking under the firmness. "There's gotta be somethin' to save her."

"Let's get her back to the clinic. I'll do what I can."

Fillmore lifted her gently onto his roof, nearly cringing as she whimpered. They set off for the town, Fillmore hearing Foxy's whimpers of pain but not being able to do anything about them, other then cringing. They finally reached Doc's clinic, and the two entered hurriedly.

"Set her up on the counter. I'll go get what I need." With that, Doc entered the back room, leaving Fillmore to gently set Foxy on the counter. He backed off when he was sure she wasn't going to fall off, and resorted to pacing along the wall on the opposite side of the room.

On the ground I lay, motionless in pain. I can see my life, flashing before my eyes. Dead I fall asleep, is this all a dream? Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare! I will not die, I will survive! I will not die, I'll wait here for you. I feel alive, when you're beside me! I will not die, I'll wait here for you, in my time of dying!

I know I said there wasn't going to be any new stories for a while, but I had to give you guys this one. As you can see, I'm in a pretty depressing mood, so read, review, and don't steal? I don't own Time of Dying, Three Days Grace does. I don't own Cars either, just Foxy. ~Liz