Eli heard the rushed running of feet and screams all around him. What was going on? Where was Clare? He shot up, sweating. He looked around frantically for Clare and then there she was, lying on the cold concrete, lifeless. Glass in her skin. Covered in blood. Tears flooded his eyes as he crawled over to her. Right before he got to her, the paramedics picked her up and set her on the stretcher, wheeling her into the ambulance.

"Clare!" He screamed reaching out in front of him. The ambulance carrying his beautiful love, his best friend, left. He sat in the middle of the road crying. Cars slowing around him. He could feel their eyes piercing into his face. He looked over to his right and there he remembered everything. His hearse, beat up, nothing left but the front left side, his side. He saw police rushing around, trying to prevent another crash. He kept crying. Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted up and onto another stretcher. He was wheeled into another ambulance just as Clare was.

"Where is she? Is she going to be okay?" He moved around on the stretcher like a fish out of water.

"Sweetie please, please calm down." A nurse had his arm in her hand, about to stick a long needle in it. Crying still, he kept moving. He didn't care where he was, what happened, what was happening, he just wanted his Clare.

They finally got to the hospital and he was rolled in. They put the IV in his arm, bandaged him up, then left. He got up and found a small nurse, about twenty or so.

"Where's Clare?" He asked, not looking at her but around the hospital.

"Clare... Edwards?" She asked trying to calm him down by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, where is she?"

"Come with me." She walked him to her room, E109. "Clare, you have a visitor."

"No, I don't want to see him! I don't want to see him! Tell him to go away!" Those words caused him the most pain. She sounded scared, in pain, and weak. He saw her cowering away and hiding her face. He walked out not taking his eyes off of her.

About thirty minutes later he went back to her room. She was alone this time. He walked in and teared up as she tried to hid her face again.

"Clare." He said, pain filled his voice.

"No."

"Look at me."

She paused for a second.

"I'm hideous! Just go away! I don't want you to see me like this, you'll never love me again!"

"I will." Eli clenched his teeth. "How could you say that?"

He took a deep breath. "Clare, look at me."

She slowly looked at him. Her face was all cut up, bruised, smashed, burned, yet beautiful all the same. He walked over to her and grabbed her covered hand as well as he could.

"You're beautiful, Clare. Nothing could ever happen to make me doubt that or stop loving you." I was fighting tears. "I am so sorry. I love you." She stared at him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers gently, she kissed back.

"I love you too." Her voice was shaky and she was crying now. He climbed in the bed with her and held her in his arms as she took the night in.