14 year old Amanda screamed, yelled and fought back as Ty was dragging her out of the destroyed car… but Ty held onto her as she screamed for Sachael.

"She's gone, kiddo…" Ty responded quietly.

"No! No, my sister is not gone!" Amanda yelled as tears ran down her face like waterfalls.

"It's a miracle you survived that yourself, there's no way she could-" Ty started to respond… before the two heard a pained voice speaking over the grinding noise of the dented and damaged engine.

"You two really need to… re-evaluate how strong you think people are…" Sachael spoke as she shakily managed to limp out from between the shattered glass and twisted cars… moments before her left knee suddenly gave out and the kneecap smacked against the concrete. "Shi… I-I can't move it…"

Ty called 911 as Amanda pulled herself over to Sachael and helped her up.

"You lean against me, Sis." Amanda replied as they held each other.

"Yeah… Mandy, I can't feel it either. It's like… half my leg isn't even there!" Sachael responded, looking down at her limp leg as it was dragged along the ground as she hopped along with the other and Amanda's support.

It was at the ER that Amanda and Ty waited… and Ty saw Amanda glaring at the drunk driver that had hit the two teenagers.

As she was about to walk over, Ty stopped her and got her to turn to him.

"Stay calm." Ty responded.

"He's laughing his ass off!" Amanda replied ragefully before she walked over and slapped the driver, who put his right hand to his face. "You want to laugh about trying to murder two people, you heartless bastard?!" She yelled as she repeatedly struck him despite the nurses trying to restrain her.

Once she was pulled away, it was because of George and Andre… and the two got her to sit down.

"Where is she?! The doctors won't let me see her!" Amanda responded.

"Dad's with her now…" George explained.

"How bad is she hurt?" Amanda asked as she knew the tone in George's voice.

"Mandy…" George started to explain, Amanda turning to denial.

"No… she was talking just a half hour ago, she pulled herself from the car!" Amanda responded as George tried to hug her. "No, she's not gone!" She yelled as George held her and she cried into him.

The teenagers all held each other as they grieved for Sachael…

28 year old Amanda's eyes opened, Finn holding his fiancee closer to him.

"Nightmares?" Finn responded, Amanda nodding.

"I keep thinking back to that day… scared of what would've happened if she had been taken away." Amanda replied, trying to sit up… but she blinked as she felt dizzy and Finn helped her lie back down, lightly rubbing her back as he was concerned.

"Any headache, Darlin'?" Finn asked.

"No… the room just won't stop spinning." Amanda replied.

"Like you planned to, we can go and see her today. I know it's been a while since you did and I just want you to feel okay enough to, Love." Finn responded after a few moments.

"I just hope she's okay… I haven't gotten any letters back from her." Amanda replied as they held each other… and seeing that it was a little past 4 in the morning, she fell asleep again.

It was when they were awake again that Amanda had eaten some of her breakfast and since it wasn't dark in the room, Finn noticed that she was a little pale.

"I'm starting to think we should make sure you're okay before going to see her. You haven't eaten much." Finn responded.

"She'd flip out if she saw me like this, we know that… but it's been 4 years since I last saw her." Amanda replied, Finn carefully holding her.

"She'd kill me if she found out that her little sister isn't okay." Finn responded.

"She would." Amanda replied before she picked up her LG Aristo 2 and saw a text from Immy.

'I should warn you before you get here so you can brace yourselves.'

'Is she okay?' Amanda responded.

'Lets just say she's not in a position to be very… independent, anymore.' Immy answered.

Amanda stood up to go and get dressed… and Finn had to catch her from falling over, helping her sit down.

"We have to finish getting ready for the day…" Amanda responded as Finn cradled her face in his hands.

"Give yourself a few more minutes to relax, Darlin'." Finn replied before they kissed.

At a house across town, Immy looked at Sachael.

"She's gonna lose it at seeing me like this…" Sachael responded quietly.

"Now you know Mandy and her fiance are gonna stop by and see you no matter what." Immy explained, Sachael turning curious.

"She's engaged?" Sachael responded.

"Finn is a lot different from her exes, Sachael. They've started trying for a family recently." Immy replied.

"I would hope so. Otherwise I'll have to force the damn impulses to my feet so I can stand up and smack him one." Sachael responded, Immy laughing at that.

"You go through hell yet you never change." Immy said after a moment.

"Nah, not for no one." Sachael replied.

"When I talked to her last night, she seemed a lot more tired than she normally is." Immy responded.

"You think it worked for them?" Sachael questioned.

"You always said you wanted to hold her kids after they were born…" Immy replied, noticing slight sadness in Sachael's face.

"I can't even move my own arms now… that damn driver." Sachael responded, Immy hugging her.

"You'll see her. And their child, I'll make-" Immy started to say, trailing off when she saw Sachael close her eyes, usually a habit she did when hit with a rush of feelings. And all of these feelings felt dark and cold.

"Immy… I heard them talking. The other night… I'm not gonna last." Sachael responded quietly once she opened her eyes again.

"You're getting worse…" Immy replied as she brushed her tears away.

"I'm not even sure I'll live to see my niece or nephew." Sachael responded.

"If it's a girl… do you want them to honor you by giving her your first name?" Immy questioned.

"And get depressed every time they call their daughter down for dinner?... If they so wish to. I just… wish they wouldn't have a reason to." Sachael responded, before turning her mobile chair around with the tiniest of thumb twitches she was still capable of managing on the directional switch on the right side armrest, now facing out of the window. It was still early morning enough that the edge of the sky still retained a golden shine as the sun had risen. "Always makes me think it's like a thousand bombs in the atmosphere exploded all at once."

Immy knew that telling them wouldn't be easy.