"Luke, if you don't shut up I swear to God I'll-" Emma yelled, "You'll do what?!" Luke yelled back, cutting his sister off, she remained silent, "Exactly."

She huffed, and watched him drive, "I can't believe they gave you a license."

"Now who's the one that can't shut up?"

Emma paused, "What is with you?"

He didn't answer, she rolled her eyes and leaned back into her seat, whipping out her phone, "Whatever..."

They drived for some time in silence, the only noise coming from the clicking of Emma's phone, causing Luke to nonchalantly turned on the radio, clicking through the channels until he found a good song. The song, however, didn't lay well with Emma, who quickly turned down the music. Luke quickly turned it back up, louder than before.

She turned it off, with Luke lashing out, "Stop it!"

His hand reached out to swat her hand away, his eyes left the road, while hers remained. He passed the stop sign, "Luke!" she screamed, but it was too late.

The words hit the Ross family like bricks, they didn't move, they didn't speak, some didn't even believe. She uttered the words, "Luke Ross, has passed away."

Finally, after a minute of silence, they broke. Tears flooded their eyes, rolling down their faces like rivers. Zuri was screaming at the doctor, calling her a liar, while Ravi sobbed into Jessie's shoulder, whose arms were wrapped around him, holding him tight. Bertram couldn't cry, he was too busy gasping for air, his dry sobs hurting his body.

Across the room, Topanga's eyelashes were laced with tears, Cory was on the verge of crying, while Katy was balling. Auggie didn't know what to do, so he just sat there, awkwardly. They didn't know this boy, this dead boy, but they couldn't help but cry for the family who lost him, which could have easily been one of theirs. Even though their children are alive, their battle is far from over.

"H-How are the others doing?" Katy asked, her voice hoarse, as she wiped away the tears rolling down her face.

The doctor turned to her, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

She left after that, leaving the grieving family in the waiting room, promising them she'll return with news on Emma, as well as the others.

Jessie took a seat, her mouth gaping open, tears streaming down her face, "H-He's dead."

Time had stopped. The Ross' didn't know how they would go on, if they even could. Zuri was a mess on the floor, with Bertram trying to pry her off and get her in a chair, she wouldn't budge, she clawed at his arm, screaming for him to let her go. They got a few strange glances from other doctors, and other people in the waiting room.

"What do we tell Mom and Dad?" Ravi asked, blinking away his tears, his face a bright red color.

Jessie couldn't reply, she didn't even know how to say it. You don't just tell someone there son is dead. It just... can't happen.

"I'm Dr. Campbell, the neurosurgeon-" The man began, "Neurosurgeon? Like brains and stuff?" Katy asked, cutting him off. He nodded slowly, "T-There's something wrong with her brain?" She asked cautiously, coughing out the last word.

He paused, and saw her tear-stained face, "Ma'am, your daughter has numerous broken bones, abrasions, and a big brain bleed. We've stopped it so far, but there is only so much we can do for her."

She ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes were red and puffy, "Can she survive?"

Hearing herself ask the question nearly made her break down in tears. The thought, of her little Maya, dead. Her blood went cold even thinking of it.

Dr. Campbell handed her a tissue, "She can, if we manage to stop the bleeding."

"Will she be able to survive on her own?"

"I'm sorry?"

Katy breathed deeply, "Will she be able to survive without tubes? Without medical care 24/7? Will she be able to live a normal life?"

He didn't respond, "Will she be able to be happy?" Katy asked, louder.

No response, blinking back the tears didn't work this time. Tears rolled down her cheeks and neck, until it was staining the collar of her waitress outfit.

"We just don't know, Ms. Hart, we just don't know."

~ The Next Morning ~

Emma's chest rose suddenly, gaining the attention of everyone the room. Dr. Kopten shined a small flashlight into her eyes, "Miss? Can you tell me your name?"

The blonde looked up at the doctor, who she thought was extremely handsome.

"E-Emma... Emma Ross..."

He smiled, "Do you know what happened to you?"

She blinked, and swallowed the spit forming in her mouth, the taste of a plastic tube still lingered, "We... W-We were in a car accident..."

Her eyes widened, "Luke? Where's Luke?"

Jessie came into her line of vision, "Sweetie," she began, Emma seeing the dry tears streaked down her cheeks and neck.

"N-No..." Emma stated, cutting her off, "Don't say it. Please, God, don't say it."

Tears started to form, Jessie silently stood over her, her eyes refilling with tears for about the hundredth time or so. Emma's hand clasped over her mouth, shaking her head no.

"Luke!" She cried out, gripping onto her nanny's sleeve, "No! N-No!"

She felt the pain soar through her right arm, drawing her immediate attention, gasping in pain. Her arm was in a white, plastered cast, from her elbow down to her fingers. She also had bandages across her neck, chest, and back.

Jessie locked her fingers with Emma's, "Your parents are with him, right now."

Emma inhaled, her nose running, and tears still consistently streaming down her face.

"So Lucas will be fine?" Riley asked, rubbing her fingers across the bandages on her face.

Topanga's hand rested on her daughter's shoulder, "His doctor said the surgery went well, and if there are no further complications, he'll be going home in a week or so."

Riley nodded along, her breath stopping when she asked of Maya, which made Topanga's body tense, "Is she okay?"

Her body went cold with the answer, "Maya hasn't woken up yet." Was the heck was that supposed to mean? Definitely wasn't an answer in her book.

"W-Why not?" Riley replied, feeling the pain in her leg skyrocket, "You're freaking me out here..."

Cory walked in, tears filled his eyes, "What's wrong?" Topanga asked quickly before Riley had a chance.

"She's awake," He stated, gripping onto the end of the bed.

Riley sat back, "That's good, right?" She looked at both of her parents, before looking solely at her father, "Maya's okay, right?"

He wiped away the stray tear sliding down his face, "She's paralyzed."

The words didn't connect in Riley's mind, it just wasn't possible, "No," Riley blurted out, "No!"

"Honey-" Topanga began, "She's fine!" Cried out Riley, "She's not paralyzed! She's not!"

Cory walked around to Topanga's side, "Sweetie, she's paralyzed from the waist down. The chance of recovery is slim-to-none."

"She's fine," Riley stated coldly, "She may be a little busted up, but we all are. She is gonna be fine."