This is a rework of an older fic that was never published. It takes place during season 3 and J/A are already in a relationship. If any of the characters seem out of character here, I'm sorry. I tried to keep them in character as much as possible. I do not own Community, I just like to borrow the characters every once in a while. Enjoy!
Troy was sound asleep when his phone started going off.
"Troy," Abed mumbled sleepily, "your phone is ringing."
"I know," Troy answered back, glancing to the clock.
He groaned as he climbed down from the top bunk and answered it.
"It's three in the morning," Troy said, half asleep and half annoyed, "whoever this is better not be drunk dialing me."
"Oh god...Troy."
This caught his attention right away, "Britta? What's going on? What's wrong?"
As Britta continued to sob on the phone, Troy couldn't decipher what she was saying. Abed sat up in his bed, looking at Troy in a quizzical manner.
"Woah woah woah," Troy said, "calm down, breathe, and tell me what happened."
"There's been an accident," Britta said, "Oh god, it's...it's terrible."
"Accident? With who," Troy was growing concerned by the minute.
Britta's sobs continued, Troy was only able to catch the word hospital.
"Which hospital are you at," Troy asked, getting dressed hastily.
"Greendale General," Britta managed to choke out between sobs.
"Is anyone else there with you," Troy asked, pulling on a jacket.
"Not yet, they're on their way."
"Abed and I will be there as soon as possible," Troy said, glancing when Abed exited the blanket fort room.
When Troy met Abed outside, he noticed Annie wasn't with him.
"She isn't in her room," Abed said, "I don't think she came home tonight."
Troy's eyes widened in realization, "Britta was with her."
"We need to get going then," Abed said as he went to the front door.
Troy nodded, racing out the front door with Abed.
Shirley was the first to arrive, finding Britta curled up in a chair. She was heavily bandaged, eyes puffy and red from crying.
"Oh my lord, Britta" Shirley said, going to her side, "it's okay. I'm here."
"Oh thank god," Britta sobbed, embracing Shirley.
"What happened to you," Shirley asked.
Britta was unable to answer, shaking her head.
"Britta?"
Shirley looked up and saw Troy enter the ER, Pierce and Abed in tow.
"Oh my…," Troy trailed off when he saw Britta's state.
"What the hell is going on," Pierce said, angered at the sight of seeing Britta hurt.
"I don't know! She won't answer me," Shirley said, panicked.
"I'll go find a doctor," Abed said, jumping up and going to the front desk.
"Where are Jeff and Annie," Troy asked.
That's when Britta emitted another sob.
"Oh no," Shirley said, "I think I'm starting to understand what happened."
"Found a doctor," Abed said, returning with a man behind him.
"Are you all with her," The doctor pointed at Britta.
"Yes, now what's going on," Pierce asked, impatiently.
"I'm Dr. Murphy, I was the one who treated Miss Perry," Dr. Murphy said, "she was lucky to make it out of the crash without anymore serious injuries."
"Crash," Abed questioned.
Dr. Murphy sighed, he would have to break the news to them.
"Three of your friends were hit by a drunk driver," Dr. Murphy said, "while Miss Perry was able to drag herself out of the wreckage and call for help, the other two weren't so lucky. Mr. Winger and Miss Edison are in surgery right now. They're both in critical condition at this moment."
Britta moved away from Shirley, curling into a ball in her chair. The rest of the group were silent, stunned at what they had just heard. Shirley pulled out her cell and hit one of her speed dial numbers.
"Andre," Shirley's voice cracked, "I'm going to be here the rest of the night. It's worse than I thought it was. Take care of the boys for me, I'll call you later."
Shirley hung up quickly and took a seat next to Abed, Pierce following suit. Troy decided to take a seat next to Britta, laying a hand on her uninjured shoulder for support.
"It wrapped around the streetlamp," Britta spoke quietly, staring at the floor, "I got her out, but I couldn't get him out. He was wedged in from the pole. I tried so hard, I did. I couldn't save him. I barely got her out. Oh god this hurts. This hurts so bad...my entire body is aching…"
Britta kept rambling on and on until Troy shook her shoulders gently, snapping her out of it and focusing on him.
"This isn't your fault," Troy said, "some other guy did this."
"Didn't you hear me," Britta shouted, "I couldn't save him! I don't even know if I even saved her!"
"Ma'am," A nurse came up beside Troy, "I need you to calm down."
"Calm down? My friends might be dead," Britta started to become hysterical.
"You're coming with me," the nurse said, grabbing her by the arm.
"Where are you taking her," Shirley asked.
"I'm taking her back to Dr. Murphy," the nurse said, "she's starting to come under stress."
"It hurts so bad," Britta said, "it's unbearable!"
"What hurts," the nurse asked.
"Everything," Britta said before she fell limp.
"I NEED ASSISTANCE," The nurse shouted.
The group only watched in horror as Britta's body was loaded onto a gurney and wheeled away down the hall.