The doctors cam after Dave left, they began asking questions and one even asked if I had to poop, which I did. Never in my life have I ever needed to go so bad till now. I regretted saying, seeing they had me pooping in a very weird thing.

My mom rushed in, tears streaking her face after my adventure of the bathroom bucket. She told me how she never wanted me to drive again, and that I'm so reckless. She kept saying she loved me over and over again and I don't think she's ever been happier or more relieved in her whole life. It made me think, what would have happened if I had let Aradia take me- If I had allowed myself to die.

"Don't worry mom," I laughed through my tears, "I'm right here. I'm living, I'm going to make sure not scare like this ever again!" She wrapped her arms around and muttered I should if I know what's good for me.

Dave waltz in, apple juice in hand, making my mom break her embrace around me. They had a sorts of staring contest making the room full of awkwardness, and then my, as she whips her tears away, stood up and pursued to hug him. "Thank you," She said, "Thank you for saving my child."

That's right, this man saved me, he saved my life two-time now. He pulled me out of my car, out of the metal death trapped. He pulled me up from the wall and helped me back into my body. Dave saw me when no one else could. Was he like that girl Aradia? No he didn't come to collect my soul, to make me fully dead. He came to put life back into me. What was he? What was that girl Aradia? What could they possible be?!

"Your welcome Ma'am." He said with a smile receding from her hug, his pale- almost white skin making my mom look tanner then ever.

"No need to call me Ma'am young man! I'm not a day over thirty!" She said offensive. I chuckled at her lie, her head snapped back at me, "Jazz Enough out of you." She growled making me laugh. "You may call me Mrs. Dani, and what may I call you." She said turning back to him.

"Dave."

Was that his real name, Dave? It must be short for something. Is it David or is it a fake name? Could his real name be something really long and foreign? Could it be a vampire name! What if he was a vampire! His skin is almost white and his eyes are red! Oh God he's a vampire! No Wait he could also be albino, that's more logical than a vampire, but being a vampire would explain how he could see me. God what is he!

"Well Dave, would you mind staying. I'm going to go out to call my husband so he can come and I want him to meet the boy who saved our little girl."

"I'm not so little anymore! I'm seventeen!" I groaned with a laugh.

"I would love to." He said with a smile.

She smiled and walked out leaving me with the guy who could potentially be a vampire.

He smiled as he watched her leave and then turned towards me seriously. His red eyes stabbed through his shades and penetrated through me. "Here's Your apple juice," He said walking causally towards me. His voice sounded calm and natural, but it was a façade. He had something up his sleeves and I'm going to find out what it was.

"Thanks," I said weakly taking it. "I'll pay you back when I can."

He lifted his hand and smirked, "No need, a cool kid can spare some change for the juice of the gods."

Rolling my eyes I opened it and pinched my lips. "So you're a cool kid?" I asked with a smile.

"Really? Out of all the questions you could have asked you asked the most obvious?" He chuckled making it obvious that he knew what was on my mind.

I bite my lip and sighed. "Who are you Dave? I mean what are you! How could you see me, how could you have helped me?"

His laugh was restrained, more force then anything. His body was tense even though he tried to make it noticeable, he was nervous of my question.

"I'm Dave Strider, your average college student!" He said happily.

I guess the amount of how much i didn't believe him showed on my face seeing he scratched his head and sighed. "I knew you wouldn't believe that." he groaned.

"Better luck next time."

Sighing her sat down on the chair next to my bed and rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together under his chin. It looked like he was debating on whether of not to tell me something, and my stomach sinked each tim the clock ticked away.

"You remember how in history you learned about a bunch of hero's who saved the world?" He asked looking up at me, some of his red eyes showing.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled in disbelief, "Yeah. Who hasn't? How does this have anything to do with that?"

He sighed and shook his head. "That's your only clue for now."

"No fair! What clue! I demand answers!"

He smiled and grinned, "Sorry but the Irony is too good! I'll let it dig in your skull for a while and when I think you know it I'll tell you."

"NO! That's so not fair!" I whined.

He shook his head and stood up. "I think it is, payback for all the worrying you made me go through." I felt my face grow hot and sweat from on my palms, what did he just say? I made him worry? Impossible! He barely knows me. "Well I gotta go, can't leave my bro waiting." He took a step to leave and stopped, "See you around Jazz," He said softly before striding out of the room, as if he had to get somewhere fast but didn't want to be caught running.

I heard him talking to my dad, they're deep voices bouncing through the walls. His deep southern accent seemed distant as he told my parents saving me was no big deal. But it was a big deal- it was a hug deal to me. He saved my life when I started to feel like I was already dead. Even my parents knew he did more than save my life. He showed me kindness of a complete stranger, offered me the choose to life or death. He saved in more ways then even I know