Emma laughed loudly, throwing her head back, her hair blowing behind her in the cool summer breeze. Carl looked at his beautiful wife and smiled. He felt happy knowing that he had made her better. And now he was sure they could enjoy a romantic weekend away from Will Schuester. Carl didn't trust Will, especially after the Rocky Horror fiasco. Carl suddenly noticed Emma looking behind with a guilty look on her face.

"Em? What's up?" he asked.

"Um, nothing, nothing. Just thought I… don't worry," she smiled, still looking behind. Emma thought she saw Will Schuester walking along the road. But it wasn't him. Emma felt strangely disappointed, and she didn't know why. She was happy with Carl but she felt sorry for Will, after everything that had happened between them in the past. She knew how he must be feeling; after all, she had spent a whole two years watching him love someone else and now he had to watch Emma being happy with someone who was making her better. She sighed and turned up the radio, Sheryl Crow's 'Every Day Is a Winding Road' suddenly blasting. Almost straight away, Carl began singing in a terrible high pitched voice. Emma felt her cheeks flushing red and gently hit him with her clutch purse. It only made him sing louder.

"Every day is a winding road; I get a little bit closer,"

"Carl, stop! Carl! People are looking!" she pleaded, laughing as Carl used his free hand to tickle her.

Suddenly, the car screeched violently and loudly and swerved off of the road into a sign post, colliding with several other cars going into Carl's side. Emma looked in horror, her whole body trembling nervously. She looked at Carl, his body bent at an unnatural angle, his head looking oddly distorted.

"Oh, God! Someone help! Dial 911, please!" she yelled, getting out of the passenger side. Emma had managed to escape the crash with a few scratches but Carl looked a lot worse for wear. People began rushing over to the yellow convertible car. A middle aged woman came over to Emma and wrapped her arm round her, trying to be comforting. Emma flinched and began to hyperventilate, everything suddenly spinning around her.

Emma woke up to the smell of disinfectant and the sound of rushed voices. Emma looked up and saw a plump, friendly-looking nurse who looked over at Emma and smiled.

"Are you awake now? That must have been a shock for you. Of course you got out a lot less harmed than your partner. Have you got any family you want us to contact?" she asked, propping the pillows up for Emma.

Emma stared around the hospital ward, remembering what had happened. She began to sob; it was partially her fault after all, if she had have just let Carl sing the song, none of this would be happening and they would be having a nice meal. "Where's Carl? Is he… okay?"

"Well… I don't know how to say this, but it seems his neck is broken. He's still in state of confusion; something must have knocked him out hard. What actually happened, Emma?" the nurse asked, coughing anxiously.

Emma began wringing her hands together. "Well… um... we were in the car, and Carl was singing and then… he lost concentration of the road and um… well then we crashed. Is he going to… be okay?" she asked, her voice sounding as though she was about to start crying.

The nurse put a large arm around Emma's shoulder, causing Emma to stiffen. "Well apart from a broken neck and a few stitches, I should think everything will be fine. And he'll probably gain his memory again soon. But until then, you can go home. You're all okay, you didn't even need any stitches; you had quite the lucky escape it seems!" the nurse laughed, trying to cheer the mood. Emma felt anything but cheerful.

Emma discharged herself from the hospital and walked out of the automatic doors, finally able to breathe in the smell of fresh air and not the smell of rubbing alcohol and got her mobile out of her purse. She looked through her contacts, scrolling past her parents, past Shannon, stopping at someone who she knew was going to be the worst possible choice. Will Schuester. Shaking nervously, she held the phone to her ear.

Will's phone vibrated against the coffee table and he knocked his can of beer over trying to quickly answer it.

"Shit!" he said, grabbing his phone before it could get damaged from the spreading liquid. He looked at the screen which read "Emma Pillsbury". He quickly pressed the green call button and held the phone to his ear.

"Emma? Wow um hi, what's up?" he asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic; after all, this was the first time they'd spoken in almost a month. After Will's failed production of Rocky Horror, Carl had forbidden Will to speak to Emma. Will hated everything about Carl and he knew that Emma could do so much better.

"Will, um, can you please come and pick me up from the hospital? I know it's a lot to ask but I still look to you as a friend and you are the only person I could get hold of," she lied.

"Sure, Em. Um but why are you at the hospital? Are you hurt? What happened? Oh, God are you okay?" he asked, sounding panicky.

Emma smiled to herself, happy that Will still seemed to care about her. "No, it's not me, it's Carl. Listen, I'll tell you about it when you come to pick me up. Thank you, Will. I really, really appreciate this. I hope you know that,"

"Okay Em, I'll be there in 5. Wait for me in the pick-up area. Okay bye," he said, pressing the hang up button and throwing off his t-shirt, using it to wipe up the beer on the coffee table. He ran to the bathroom and sprayed himself with deodorant, throwing on another t-shirt. He grabbed his car keys and dashed out to his car and headed off for the hospital.