I haven't forgotten about this story I promise! I just haven't had time to work on it...plus I didn't know what to write for this chapter. But last week I found time..and an idea...so here it is!
Izzie cursed at the rain that blurred the road and thundered against her little Honda. The wipers weren't helping at all, they seemed to be in fact if possible making things worse, and the rain wasn't showing any signs of slowing. Minutes before she could've even sworn she saw lightning. It had lit up the gray sky and the thunder afterward had almost given her a heart attack.
She cursed again and hit her palm on the steering wheel as the yellow and white lines on the road blended together before disappearing. She turned her high beams on hoping it would help. It didn't really. Just her luck that she would be caught driving in a storm like this. She hated driving in storms. Hell, she hated driving in the rain. She always had this fear that her car would start slipping off the road, her breaks would fail, and down she would fall. She had heard so many stories about car crashes, read it in newspapers, saw it on the news...it was bound to happen to her. Well if a demon didn't get her first. It hadn't happened yet but still...she was expecting it. But she hadn't been expecting this storm. It had been clear as day when she had left the hospital at 4 p.m. at the end of her shift. Now it was dark outside with the headlights as her only light.
She wiped at the blonde hair that was falling out of her sloppy bun and squinted, leaning forward until her chin almost touched the steering wheel. Another flash of lightning, another thunderclap. She muttered under her breath. It usually took her twenty five minutes to get to her apartment. She'd been on this back road for an hour. The speed limit was forty five and she was doing half that. Why the hell did-
She screeched as she slammed on her brakes and fell against the steering wheel. A lightning bolt had just hit the middle of the road. About a yard in front of her. That could have been her. She sat there, eyes wide, chest heaving, and gripping the steering wheel. That was close. She felt her body tense and shook her head. No. She couldn't sit here all night. She had to get home. Fast. Another lightning bolt and the wind rocked her car.
She took a deep breath and slammed on the gas, the hell she was going forty five, the screech of the tires drowning out the rain and the thunder. As the tires sped along the slick road, a smile popped up on her face. She could practically see her apartment now. Her grip relaxed as did her shoulders. Ten seconds passed before she reached out to turn on some music, briefly turning her eyes away from the road. She only noticed the fallen tree in the road five seconds before she would've slammed into it. She slammed on the brakes, heard the tires squeal, and jerked the wheel to the right...right off the side of the road. She didn't even have time to overcorrect as her tires slipped off the road, her car going over the guardrail, and into the ditch way below...she felt the car roll, heard the crushing of metal and bone, smelt the blood...then everything went black.
Two hours later
Sam Winchester had just been ditched at a diner while his older brother Dean took the motel room with Kensington. Kensington. Ever since Dean had met her he hadn't left her side. It was because she was an exact copy of Izzie Stevens. The woman he let slip through his fingers one year ago. Kensington was like God's way of saying 'here you go, try again' ...according to Dean that is...God, his brother was a moron sometimes. He sighed and slid into a cold, red booth. He didn't even have time to pick up the menu before his phone rang. He rolled his eyes, probably Dean. He answered his phone with a, "What the hell do you want, Dean?"
"Sam Winchester? This is Seattle Grace Hospital..." Sam's face went from his famous 'prissy' face to a pale one. Izzie Stevens was in the hospital. Izzie Stevens had been in a car accident. Izzie Stevens was in a coma.
A/N: Sam is still listed as Izzie's emergency contact FYI.