Jade lay on the hot asphalt, staring witlessly at the sight in front of her. That red car that flashed into her vision was on the side of the road, the blonde driver was talking to police. Gazing as far to the left as possible with only her eyes (her neck was too sore to move) she saw the body.

At least some of it. The long hand and well-manicured nails told Jade that it was a girl. She stayed fixed on that hand even as the EMT's load her onto a stretcher. Sitting upright with a neck brace, Jade could finally make out the person whose hand it was before being loaded into the ambulance.

Tori? It couldn't be. The rear doors slammed shut and the sirens blared.

Jade woke up in a haze in a room so white it hurt her eyes. She tried to move and a sharp pain came from her hand. An IV. Suddenly, a doctor walked in and looked at a clipboard at the foot of her bed.

"Hi, there" smiled the white coat. "Nice to see you're on the mend. You're very lucky."

"What is wrong with me? What is this?" she tried to raise her arm.

He pointed with his pen. "Oh, that's just some pain killers. You had a cracked clavicle from the force of that fall. But all things considered, you were very fortunate."

Jade squints her eyes. "You keep talking like that. What do you mean fortunate?"

The doc frowned. "Well, compared to the other girl; the one that saved your life, she isn't doing very well."

She suddenly remembered the lifeless body at the scene. Tori! "Where is she? Where is Tori Vega?"

"Oh, I see. You know her. She's a friend?"

Jade didn't answer.

"Well, she is lying in the next room. She is in critical condition. Miss Vega, um, Tori is still unconscious."

"Can I see her?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment. "Yes, but wait until later on. You need your rest. I will make sure to send someone to wheel you in."

The doc was halfway out the door when he pivots around. "Ah, yes I almost forgot." He walks over to the chair in the room and places Jade's backpack on her bed within reach. "Your belongings. They were found at the scene."

"Thanks," Jade managed and the doctor leaves. She fumbles in the sack for her Pearphone. It was not completely dead yet. She tried dialing Cat and suddenly she came bursting in with flowers. Beck and Robbie were in tow with a bear so big it took both of them to carry it. Knowing Cat, it probably wasn't the biggest that she wanted.

"Jade," Cat yelled and rushed over to hug her but Jade puts up her hand to stop the redhead's progress.

"Cat, I have a broken clavicle. You can't hug me like that for a while." Cat let out her signature dog whistle frequency whine. She sat by her side and held her non-IV hand.

Beck walks over to her, "How are you holding up?"

"Fine," she said more to be curt than rude. "How is Tori? Did you see her?"

"Yeah, we just got from her room, " Robbie started. "She is bruised pretty badly."

"And she hasn't woken up?" Jade pressed.

"No." Andre stood in the doorway, his arms folded. "If she doesn't wake before the day is out, it could be bad."

Cat covered her ears and began humming to herself.

"Guys," Andre began. "Will the two of you take Cat home? I need to talk to Jade before I go."

Jade just looks at him as he moves closer to her. Enough time has gone past since the others left. She can't stand the silence anymore. "What?"

"You have no idea how much you hurt Tori back there, do you?"

Jade points to her heavily bandaged neck, "I think this makes us even."

"Cute. Jade West cracking wise to the very end. Even when one of her best friends is laid up because she chose to be selfless."

Jade sighs heavily in spite of her pain. "I don't need this right now."

"Doesn't matter. You're gonna hear this. Where does this all come from? Why do you hate Tori so much?"

Jade is on the fence as to what pain in the neck is more severe.

"What's wrong Jade? No snarky comeback? Why am I not surprised?" Andre pulls out Tori's script and plops it intently on Jade's bed. He takes one last glare at her and walks out saying, "You're gonna be here a while. Here's something to read."