A/N- Sorry for a bit of a shorter chapter, I'm afraid the next few are going to be a bit shorter, so I'll try to have the next one out shortly ;)
Jamie was annoyed. She was in this horrible hospital room, all alone, stuck lying in the dark, and no one would tell her what happened. The doctors ran in and out too fast, the nurses telling her no visitors were allowed. Jamie didn't see why not. All she had was a concussion. Seeing her friends wouldn't hurt her at all. After all, they had to be fine, or else the hospital would have told her something, right?
Dylan was scared. He was sitting in a room with Clark and Julia, but he could barely see them. His eyes were wide, and he could feel himself shaking. He knew he was safe, he knew his friends were with him, but all he could see was blood spilling onto him, his best friend dying right next to him. But Joe had to be fine. They would have told him if anyone had died, right?
Julia was worried. Every second she felt herself glancing over at Dylan, making sure nothing had changed. She didn't know what was wrong with him, he seemed physically fine, but his eyes were dark and unseeing. She glanced over at Clark, and they shared a look. They both had been conscious the entire crash. They knew what happened. Julia had a panging feeling of worry about Lauren in her stomach, she shouldn't have dragged Joey away, now she didn't know if Lauren was fine. But if she wasn't they would have said so, right.
Clark was nervous. He kept looking at Julia, trying to glean information from her eyes without talking. He didn't want to say something and set Dylan off, but he needed to know what else had happened. He tried to tell himself everything was alright, but he knew that everything had been changed forever. But they would have warned him if anything absolutely awful happened, right?
Meredith was disbelieving. Brian couldn't be blind. Whenever she was sad, he made her see light again. And she knew it was selfish, but she didn't care, she just wanted Brian. It didn't matter what had happened to her, Brian would help her through it. And she would help Brian. She reached into her purse, that was next to her bed. She knew just what to give him. Her mind wandered, and she tried to think of which friend the trio hadn't mentioned, they were definitely off by one. Whoever it was, they must be fine, or they would have said something, right?
Brian was terrified. He knew he had just woken up, but he still couldn't see anything. He knew something terrible had happened. He started to call out, but stopped himself. If someone was here they would talk to him. He was probably just in a coma or something, thats why he couldn't see. Maybe that was this feeling. He knew that he couldn't be blind, that just wasn't something Brian Holden could ever be. He was fine, just sleeping. If he wasn't, someone would have said something by now, right?
Joey was exhausted. Emotionally, physically, mentally. He just wanted this day to end. All he had wanted was some sleep, but he got so much more. He shut his eyes tight, willing the day away. This was all just a dream, and when he woke up in the morning he would give Lauren a big kiss and promise to get her all the dogs she wanted. He had to be sleeping, this was all to horrible to be real, right?
Corey was horrified. He kept looking down at his shoes and seeing the blood all over them. That blood was from his friend. His friend he had failed to help. He vowed he would throw the shoes away in the morning. He glanced over at his sleeping companion. All he could feel was pain while he was looking at Joey. He had lost so much, even more than the others. He told himself things would get better, things had to, right?
Rosenthal was anxious. Not just about the surgery. Not just about Brian waking up. Not just about seeing his friends again. He wouldn't worry about that. He couldn't. He had to focus on the smaller things, figure everything out for the others. He was the only one that could. After all, it was his fault this had all happened. If he had convinced them to stop playing and go to sleep they all would have been safe in their bunks, but he hadn't. His eyes fell on his phone, and he sent out a quick tweet.
The tours over. There's been an emergency. More updates to come.
He didn't bother to proofread it, or check his words, or gauge how the fans would react. He just sent it out. He would fix this, it was his responsibility, right?
Joe was unconscious.
