Author's notes:

So I got inspired to write a Mergana the other day, but had no idea what plot to use. Then I spoke to my official muse - ValentineZombie - and I came up with this little thing.

Hope you'll like it. I promise stuff will happen soon enough.

Love,

Emy

She woke up screaming her lungs off in the middle of the night again, her eyes wild, darting all over the room, unrecognizing her own room as her heart pounded to get out of her chest.

As time ticked away slowly her heart began slowing down, memories of snakes and dragons and fire and weird muttered words fading away, Morgan began recognizing her room, began feeling safe again, began breathing slower, deeper.

That's when the tears came. For the past few months she hadn't been able to get any proper sleep as nightmares plagued her night after night. She pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging them and burying her face in the space between her arms and legs, allowing her tears to flow freely.

"Walking down the street with my Nikes on…" Mark sang to the song in his iPod as he power walked to work not really paying attention to the familiar scenery. Not even as he stepped into the street, completely missing the red light. Not even when people began screaming. Not even when a shiny silvery SLK Mercedes hit him full on making him fly into the windshield and over its spotless rooftop.

As the last note of the song rang in his ear buds Mark landed on the pavement behind the gleaming car, his whole world going soundless, black.

Morgan stepped on the breaks with her full force, but it was too late. The young man hadn't even looked before crossing the street so Morgan ran into him full speed. He crashed into her windshield leaving behind a trail of blood and broken glass, before he flew over her car only to land unceremoniously on the hard pavement behind her Mercedes. Morgan screamed in fear. Her car came to a halt a few feet away from the young man's body.

She finally reacted and got out of the car, running to the young man's side, screaming at everyone around her to call 9-1-1 and get him some help. She dared not touch him or move him. Blood was all around his head and his body was in an awkward position.

Time seemed to slow down to a stop until the ambulance came. Then everything turned into a rush.

Paramedics moved in a rush around him as police took Morgan aside to ask her what had happened.

"He didn't look. I swear he didn't look!" Morgan cried to the dark skin police woman standing in front of her.

"Miss…"

"Fay." Morgan replied instinctively.

"Miss Fay, you need to calm down and tell me what happened." The woman said with practiced calmness.

"I… I…" Morgan began as her eyes drifted to the paramedics when the pulled the young man onto a gurney and loaded him into the ambulance. "I need to follow them…" Morgan's head snapped back and forward between the police woman and the closing doors of the ambulance. She swayed on the balls of her feet for a second then left the woman standing and ran to her car. She sped away after the ambulance leaving behind a sighing and annoyed black woman.

On the side of the road a shadow moved, green eyes glowing even in full daylight. A cat hissed at it before running away as fast as it could. An eerie laugh filled the air as the shadow disappeared.

Morgan ran into St Elizabeth's Hospital right on the heels of the ambulance that brought the young man in. A police car stopped right on her heels. The nice police woman running out to catch up with her.

"Miss Fay!" The woman called, but it barely registered with Morgan. She just ran in the hospital doors, stopped at the front desk with wild fear running through her veins.

"May I help you?" Asked the receptionist, with a bored demeanor.

"Yes. Yes, please. Where are they taking that young man?" Morgan panted.

"What young man?"

"The young man… the young man the paramedics just brought in…"

"Are you family?" The woman asked in the same monotone.

"N-no…"

"Then I cannot tell you." The woman turned away. Morgan wanted to scream and punch the woman's face in.

"Please. Please I need to know."

"I'm sorry. It's hospital policy."

Morgan threw her arms in the air. "I ran over him, ok? I need to know he's ok!" Morgan yelled at the top of her lungs making everyone in the hallway turn to look at her.

"M'am if you don't calm down I'll have to call security."

"There's no need." The police woman's voice came from behind Morgan. "I'll handle this." The receptionist smiled warmly up at her as she placed a firm, yet gentle hand on her shoulder. Morgan stilled. "If you'll follow me, please?" The police woman addressed Morgan. Firm and demanding. Morgan nodded and followed her into an empty waiting room.

"I'm sorry…" Morgan allowed her body to fall into a chair just as the black woman closed the door and the blinds behind them.

"Miss Fay… My name is Gwen." She sat beside Morgan quietly. "I don't think I told you before."

Morgan lifted her eyes. "Nice to meet you." She whispered.

"Now, will you tell me what happened?"

"I really don't know… It happened so fast… I just… He didn't look where he was going… He crossed on a red light and I just… had too much speed and… I had only green lights… I just…" Morgan broke down in tears.

Gwen placed a hand on her forearm. "My partner spoke to a few of the by-standers. We know it wasn't your fault. But if he dies…"

"Oh, God!" Morgan shot up to her feet. "He can't die! Please, God! Don't let him die! I can't be the reason why a life ends. Please, God!"

Just then Gwen's phone rang and Morgan looked at her with wide eyes, as if she would have been an alien. Gwen answered calmly. "Farrier." She listened a short while and nodded along. "I'm with her right now. Waiting room 3. We'll wait here." She nodded again and hung up without another word. Morgan kept looking at her. "My partner will be here momentarily." Morgan nodded.

"I need to see him…" She finally whispered, arms wrapped tightly around her own torso.

"I'll see what I can do." Gwen said understandingly just as the door opened.

"Gwain. Please stay with miss Fay for a moment, please. I'll go see what I can find out about our victim."

Morgan held back a squeal of fear hearing the word "victim" covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes swelling up with tears. Gwain nodded and then Gwen was gone.