"Ugh… what happened?" Hayner spoke softly, blearily opening his eyes. His head was pounding. He vaguely remembered the seconds before the crash before becoming more alert. And then the flashes of his memory started. Pence's yell. Hitting the other car. "Oh shit!"

He looked over at his brown-haired companion, seeing the brunette slumped over in the seat. He yelled, "Pence? Pence! Wake up! Come on, please," he started begging. He started crying, the shock of everything kicking in. He hollered out of the hole the windshield left, "Help! Someone, help!" His body felt cold and numb as it sank in that he did this. He wailed, reverting to a line of psychological defense used by small children, calling for his mom.

The driver of the truck that hit his car managed to get out of his pickup, and Hayner could hear him speaking with emergency responders. His ears started ringing and he was breathing quickly, like he'd just run a marathon. Hyperventilation. He blacked out as he heard a distant wail of sirens, likely coming for everyone. One last thought broke through before he slipped. I'm sorry.

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As Roxas was opening his eyes, all he was aware of was pain. Everywhere. He couldn't remember what had happened. He saw flashes of red and blue, not understanding the meaning of the lights. He heard muffled talking, but he couldn't make out what was being said. Despite the pain in his neck, he looked over to the right, taking in the sight of his sister with glass embedded in her skin, lacerations decorating her stomach thanks to the airbags pushing the broken glass of the window into her. Blood stained her clothes and her left arm was draped over her stomach, as if that would shield it from any harm.

He tried to speak, "V-Ven? Na-mi?" He got no responses. He tried again, "Ventus," his voice came out in a whisper. "Ven, can you hear me?" He looked as far into the backseat as his neck allowed him to, seeing only an arm laying in the seat, the rest of his little brother's body on the floor. Then he registered the giant bloodstain on the window, highlighting the cracks in the glass.

Roxas tried to move then, which caught the attention of the rescuers outside. One called to his team, "Hey, this one's moving!" Three of the paramedics and firefighters made their way over, and one tried to get his attention.

"Kid, hey! I need you to stop moving! You're gonna do more damage," he tried to speak as calmly as he could, knowing that if he sounded anything but calm, it would send Roxas faster into shock.

"Hey, kid!" The paramedic reached into the car, setting a gloved hand on Roxas' shoulder, grounding Roxas enough to realize that there was someone trying to talk to him. "Listen to me, okay? If you keep trying to move, you might make more problems for yourself. I need you to sit still," Roxas followed the instructions, looking like a deer in the headlights. "Can you tell me your name, son?"

"Roxas… Roxas Strife." He was trying hard not to cry.

"Okay, Roxas, that's good. Who's with you in your car?" The blonde gulped down his fear for the time being. He was vaguely aware of the firefighters messing around with the equipment, knowing that they were acquiring the Jaws of Life.

"My sister, Naminé. She's seven months pregnant, you have to get her out! And… And my brother, Ventus; he's in the backseat. You have to get them first, please!" Roxas was working himself up into hysteria.

"Roxas, listen to me. You have to calm down. I know this is scary and we're doing everything we can to get you three out, but you have to stay calm. Can you do that?" The paramedic kept his hands on Roxas' head, keeping him from moving it.

"Okay…" Roxas sniffled, feeling the tears run down his cheeks. He was trying to even out his breathing again; trying not to sob.

"Alright, now, my partner is going to put a brace around your neck, to make sure it's stable. Will you hold your head still if I take my hands away?"

"Uh-huh." The paramedic removed his hands, allowing his partner to reach in and secure the ugly, white brace around his neck, keeping his head fixed in one position.

As that was being done, the paramedic who had been talking with him was telling the other responders about his siblings. He came back over to Roxas.

"Roxas, can you tell me where it hurts? I need to know what kind of injuries you have."

"Um… it's everywhere… and… I can't… I can't feel my legs. Oh God, I can't feel my legs!"

"Hey, Roxas, calm down! Calm down! Take a deep breath with me, okay? In," he breathed in deeply, pulling Roxas back out of his hysteria. "And out."

Roxas mimicked the paramedic, breathing deeply like he was told. He kept doing that, forcing himself to remain calm.

The paramedic – whose name Roxas could see was written on a nameplate on the uniform as A. Jones – called out, "We've got a possible spinal cord injury over here!" The words didn't make sense in Roxas' mind.

It was at this point in time that Naminé regained consciousness. She was alert almost immediately, whimpering loudly before letting out a scream. There was a wetness between her legs, but she couldn't tell if it was from blood or if her water had broken.

"N-Nam! Naminé!" Roxas desperately wanted to look over at his sister, but the brace around his neck kept him from doing just that. He reached his arm over, grabbing her arm and slowly pulling it towards him, managing to twine his fingers with hers. He squeezed and held tight to her, wishing he could do more. "Nami… Please don't cry…"

Roxas could tell she was about to go into shock. He looked to Jones, careful to not try to move his neck. "You have to help her, please." Her sobs were breaking Roxas' heart even more.

Jones nodded and went around to the passenger side of the car. He spoke calmly to Naminé, not wanting to upset her further. Roxas continued breathing deeply. In, out. He was startled when he heard the squeaking and groaning of the car, knowing that the firefighters were prying the passenger door open to save his sister and, hopefully, her baby. Finally, Naminé squeezed his hand back.

"Roxas… Roxas are you okay?" Leave it to her to put others before herself. She couldn't look over, thanks to the brace they'd secured around her neck as well.

"Yea, Nam. I'm okay."

"I don't hear Ven… Roxas, why don't I hear Ven?" Her voice wavered, sounding watery. She was doing her best to remain calm, following her brother's example. Deep breath in, and let it out.

"I don't know, Nam," tears continued leaking down his cheeks. He sniffed.

The process was excruciatingly slow – or so it seemed. Finally, they were able to remove the passenger door and they cut the seatbelt, pulling it off. They set to work cutting the roof of the car off so that they would be able to slide the yellow boards into the destroyed vehicle and get the blonde siblings to the hospital. When they managed to remove the roof, the back doors came open easily. One of the paramedics leaned in, and Roxas was thinking, Thank God! They're gonna save Ven!

"I don't have a pulse for this one…" The paramedic spoke into his radio, "I have a child, male, about nine or ten years old, DOA." There was a static-y response from the other end of the radio.

None of that mattered to Roxas. He'd gotten hung up on the words 'no pulse' and the world felt like it was spinning. Ven… Didn't make it? Finally, Roxas allowed himself to break down. He sobbed, and he sobbed hard. What would happen now? Someone needed to call his parents… His entire body felt numb. Roxas went into shock.

Naminé felt her entire world crumbling around her. She'd heard those words that meant her youngest brother was dead. She muttered silently, "No… not Ven." Her chest heaved, the trauma making her puke. She coughed as she expelled bile. Everything went black after that.

The paramedics and firefighters were able to get the yellow backboards into the car, behind both of the older siblings and free them from the wreckage. The other vehicle, which held Hayner and Pence was already empty, those two having been transported twenty minutes ago. Roxas and Naminé were loaded onto gurneys and strapped down for transport. As they were put into the two waiting ambulances, a coroner arrived. With help, Ven's lifeless body was removed from the vehicle and laid out on the road, and then finally zipped into a black body bag. Police hung their heads in sadness. They held a moment of silence as the ambulances sped off towards Traverse Town Mercy Hospital.

A/N: So here we have a brief layout of injuries and what happened to each character. Aside from Mr. Truck Driver, Hayner suffered the least amount of injuries. It always seems to happen that way, doesn't it? The person who causes the wreck is the one who makes it out with scratches and bruises and such. Anyway, I hope you all can get a real feel for the emotions and the guilt I tried to convey. Again, leave me a review if you liked it, or if you see an error or something. Pretty please?