Author's note: So, as you can see, I decided to write more of this story, haha. I don't know... I guess I'm just inspired & I was so happy to see that people put this story on their story alert and someone even REVIEWED that I just HAD to write some more! Heh :) So, please, please, please, PLEASE review—it means the world to me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, for if I did, Declan and Holly J would still be together, Jenna and Chantay wouldn't exist, and J.T would have never died.

Clare's POV

When Clare heard the blaring honk, then the sound of a car swerving and a few seconds later crashing, and then finally utter silence—unbearable silence—she instantly expected the worst. When she realized that no one was there to answer her frantic phone calls right after hearing a crash, an image of Eli slowly bleeding to death appeared in her mind and taunted her.

She was right to expect the worst, because that was exactly what happened—the worst. After a few minutes of desperately pleading for Eli to answer her calls, and after realizing that he would never, Clare called 911. Although, she didn't exactly know why she did that—it's not like she knew where Eli was, and it's not like she knew if he was actually hurt—physically, that is, for she knew emotionally, he was suffering through excruciating pain ... because of her. However, there was no need to spare the police officer on the line much details, because the moment she mentioned Eli's name and his being in a car accident, the officer calmly told her that someone else—someone who witnessed the crash—already called and that the ambulance was on their way.

With that in mind, Clare quickly called Adam, her voice hysterical when she asked him for a lift and described him the terrifying scenario in a few short words—"We need to go to the hospital right now!" she ordered him. She would have asked her mom and dad to bring her to the hospital and for Adam just to meet her there, but they were away with lawyers, finalizing the divorce.

After what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, Adam—and his mom, who was driving—finally arrived. Clare quickly rushed to the car and opened the door rapidly, only to be welcomed by a worried Adam.

"What happened?" Adam asked. Clare didn't have time to explain to him all the details over the phone.

"I'll explain on the way, just ... drive!" she exclaimed to Adam's mom rather rudely—but it was all in good intention, and Adam's mom was able to identify that by the tone of Clare's voice. It wasn't filled with deliberate disrespect, but genuine worry and anxiousness. And so, with one swift motion, Adam's mom hit the pedals and drove as fast as the law allowed her to.

When Clare noticed this, she finally let out a breath. "It's Eli," she explained to Adam. "He's been in a car accident. A fatal one, from what I could classify over the phone."

"Wait—what?" Adam exclaimed out of disbelief. This couldn't happen—not to Eli, not to one of his best friends, not to one of the only people who accepted him for who he truly was. "How?" he mumbled, when Clare wouldn't give him a reassuring reply, when she didn't even want to look back at him.

"We broke up a few hours ago ... Well, I broke up with him." she clarified, but the words were still indistinct to Adam, because sobs and cries were mixed onto her sentences. "He... he... I should have never broke up with him. I knew so-something w-w-would hap-p-pen... I j-just didn-t think it would be this-s-s b-b-ba-bad." she stuttered.

"Why did you—break up with him, I mean?" Adam asked, although, to be honest, he didn't necessarily expect Clare to reply.

"H-he was suf-suffocating me," she answered vaguely, not bothering to give him a better justification. She didn't need to, however, for Adam was a part of the misfits; Adam knew exactly how emotionally involved Eli was to Clare; he acted as if he couldn't live, if she wasn't with him; he needed her wherever he went.

"Any-w-way-y, I was worried he would do something reckless because of the break-up ... You know how Eli is." The more Clare explained the story, the clearer her sentences and words were, but the harder it was to pronounce them. A lump in her throat was formed by now—one that she attempted to swallow but couldn't manage it. She was fearing the worst again, a vivid image of Eli bleeding to death on the cold, damp pavement forming itself in her mind again. "So, I called him. He answered, but there was no... There was no reply; he wasn't talking." The memory was still so clear in her head, but she didn't want it to be. She closed her eyes, desperately hoping that this was all just a dream—although she knew better than to believe that. "Then I heard a honk, and a car swerving, and then a terrifying crash." she continued, still closing her eyes, as if the act would make it easier for her to tell the story. "And that's when the phone conversation ended." She gulped—finally able to swallow the lump in her throat. Tears started falling down from her glistening eyes, when she ended the story. "I called the police, because you know, it's better to expect the worst, to be ready for anything. They said someone already called, and then ... then I called you. Eli might die, Adam. Eli might die." she repeated, confessing to Adam her biggest fear at the moment.

That's when she realized they got to the hospital.


The moment Clare and Adam rushed to the hospital, they saw Cece and Bullfrog at the front desk. It seemed like they have also just arrived, as if they just heard the news a few minutes ago, just like Adam has. She tried to read the expression on their faces when she called their name, but it was indecipherable.

"Oh Clare... Adam..." Cece said, responding to their call—to their cries. "The nurse just told us Eli's in surgery—his brain is bleeding, and a lot of his bones and limbs are broken, upon other things. She told us to sit down; it may take a while until he comes out—if he comes out—, she said."

Clare and Adam nodded in understanding, for they were too unable and shocked to let their mouths speak. They took a seat in the waiting room, and did just that—they waited.