I am sorry, Trigger warning there is a car accident and I do get into details, I am sorry.

"Maybe…." Reiji smiled. "Of course, that's his favorite place."

The green arrow was lit.

Reiji turned on his blinker. "I know where he is now…." Reiji reached for his phone and picked it up. He turned as he was dialing, just one second.

His eyes left the road for just a second and that's all it took. Reiji felt the car spin, the phone slipped out of his hands landing on the dashboard. Reiji's head hit against the steering wheel and the seat. Glass flew around everywhere.

Everything finally came to a stop.

"Reiji?" Aine's voice came from the phone. "What was that sound… Hello? Are you there?"

He got no answer.

"Reiji?" Aine yelled into the phone.

Reiji sat in the drivers seat, his head hanging lazily in front of him, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead. One of his arms, crooked and broken. The other still holding onto the steering wheel, cut up and bleeding, shards of glass lay embedded into the skin.

"Reiji, answer me!" the voice came from the phone again, only to fall on silent ears.

The sound of sirens filled the air.

Multiple paramedics surrounded the small car, trying to get inside. "We need the jaws of life over here!" one called.

Firefighters came over to the car with the instrument and started forcing the car open. Reiji still sat unconscious in the car.

"We need a stretcher, he's unconscious!" an older paramedic called as he began cutting Reiji out of his seatbelt.

"Any info on the driver so far?"

"None as of yet."

"Cause of the accident?"

"There's a phone, and he seems to be a teenager. Probably distracted driving."

"But he was t-boned."

"He probably drove out in front of him."

The second paramedic bit his lip, not wanting to argue with his senior any more. The pulled Reiji out of the car and onto a stretcher.

"We need to get him to the hospital stat! His pulse is weak." Yelled the older paramedic.

The pulled him to the ambulance and loaded him in the car.

The other driver involved in the accident was standing by his car, enraged by the damage done. He showed no sympathy for the boy he almost killed.

"Brat deserves to die, he wrecked my new car!" the driver complained. "He pulled out without even looking I bet. All those teenagers do is text!"

"Sir, we asked what you were doing, not about the boy."

"I was driving, my now ruined vehicle."

"Were your eyes on the road?"

"Yes,"

"What color was the light?"

"R- Green" he corrected.

The officer nodded and wrote down that the light was green, not at all suspecting he would be lying.

The driver again had no sympathy, he just wanted to save himself.

No sympathy for the boy he hit on a red light vs a green arrow, though no one would question that he had the right-of-way. It was an unconscious teenager's word against a conscious adult.