Sorry it took so long, been busy..

"Get him to an OR! Hurry, he's losing a lot of blood!"

"Someone check his charts!"

"Where is the other boy?!" My head was killing me and it was hard to breath. I felt pain.. somewhere.. something was wrong; I could sense it in the voices that were shouting above my head. All I saw was darkness, maybe my eyelids were closed. Where am I?

"Where is Dr. Shepherd?!" A woman's voice asked loudly. I felt a cool cloth on my face.

"I'm here in Derek's place. He is busy in OR 3. Is he ready, Callie?" Another woman said.

"We were just about to put him under, go scrub in, Grey!" A mask was put on my face and I had trouble doing it, but I breathed in the air and got even drowsier.

"He's almost under, get ready Grey. How was the other one that came in with him?" The first female voice asked.

"He's in critical condition, Derek is working on him, but it doesn't look good.." Her voice faded as I dozed off, before I had time to worry.

A Few Hours Later

I woke up to someone touching my leg, gently. My eye lids fluttered open and I saw a tall Latina woman standing at the side of my bed. She wore a white doctor's coat and held a chart. She was gently prodding my leg and I felt sharp stabs of pain. I gasped, which hurt my chest and gave me more pain. She looked at me with her friendly brown eyes. She smiled.

"You are awake. That's good. My name is Dr. Torres. Do you remember your name?" She asked, coming closer to my face. I nodded and then regretted it as a white hot bolt of pain shot through my body.

"Brendon Urie." I gasped, again. She nodded.

"Try not to move. You broke your leg and had severe head trauma. We had to do surgery and your leg is going to be in a cast for a while. You had some brain bleeding, but Dr. Grey got that fixed and you should be alright now. Do you know how this happened?" She asked. My head was fuzzy as I tried to remember. There was glass, and blood.. and Ed.. it was loud and then quiet.. and so much pain.. Ed, where was Ed..

"Where is Ed?" I asked, hoarsely.

"Your friend who was in the car with you? He's in the other room, Brendon. Now I need you to tell me what happened." She asked, softly.

"Our car crashed.. We were driving.. and we had been drinking and we shouldn't have been, but we were. We almost got hit, but we didn't, and then we did.. and it was loud and bright and dark and quiet.. Can I see Ed?" I turned my head just a little to look her in the eyes. I saw sadness flash across her features.

"No.. We found your ID in your pocket and we called your mother to let her know what happened. We didn't find Ed's though, is there anyone we can call for him?" She asked, pen ready. I shook my head, ignoring the pain.

"No, Ed's on his own. He is 19 and lives by himself. His name is Edward Fisher, if that helps." I volunteered. She scribbled down the information with a nod.

"Alright, thank you. Your mom is in the waiting room and I will go get Dr. Shepherd to take another look at you." She said as she left the room. I closed my eyes and took a shallow breath so I wouldn't hurt myself again. Ed had to be alright. He had to be alright. I tried to think logically. Where had the car hit us from? What direction? I flew against Ed.. which means the car hit my side. I almost cried out in relief. Thank God. He was probably fine. I closed my eyes and started to doze off.

I was awoken by the sound of a male voice.

"Brendon?" I opened my eyes and saw a handsome older man with black hair and a little bit of facial hair. He smiled.

"My name is Dr. Derek Shepherd. Dr. Torres says that your brain seems to be functioning quite well, that's good." Derek.. Why was that name so familiar? He's in critical condition, Derek is working on him, but it doesn't look good.. I gasped again, hurting my chest, but I turned my head to look at the doctor again.

"You were working on Ed. Is Ed okay? The other doctor wouldn't say anything." I asked, hopefully. Sadness took a place in his kind eyes.

"Your friend.. Brendon, your friend didn't survive the crash.." Dr. Shepherd sat down on the bed and gave me a sympathetic look. My heart stopped. My mouth was dry and I couldn't find the words. Ed.. He was dead? Ed couldn't be dead.. That had to be a mistake.. It was obviously a mistake.. I tried to open my mouth to inform the doctor that he was wrong but the lump in my throat prevented me from speaking and tears clouded my vision. Ed couldn't be dead. I chanted that to myself over and over again. He had to be okay. It was Ed. There couldn't be a film rental without Ed.. Who would drive Ed's little beat up four door?

The doctor left while I was away in my thoughts. A few minutes later my mother came in, tears in her eyes. She was talking and hugging be carefully, but I was ignoring her. Ed.. After my mother realized that I wasn't paying attention, she sat silently on my bed and stroked my hand.

"Thank god!" I turned my head at the new voice. Spencer stood in the door. He looked like he had been scared, but now relief was flooding his face. My heart thumped in my chest and the monitor's beeping sped up. Spencer rushed to my bed and wrapped his arms around me. I flinched a little, but was grateful that he was here.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He kept murmuring in my ear, not letting go of me. I started crying again.

"How did you know I was here?" I choked out. He kissed my forehead.

"Your mom called Nicole, and Nicole texted me. She also asked me to tell you that she hopes you are doing okay and she is at an event with her host family. You are supposed to text her when you can." I nodded a little bit.

"Thanks." My mom cleared her throat.

"Brendon, I have to get back to work.. But I can stay if you want me to." She said hesitantly.

"It's okay. I'll stay here with Spencer." I said softly. My mom started to stand up.

"If his condition changes, I'll call you. And I doubt that he will be released today, but if he is, I can take him home." Spencer told my mom. She nodded.

"Thank you, Spence." She said and waved to me as she left the room. Spencer laid down on his side next to me. He stroked my hair and wrapped his arm around me. For a moment I forgot about Ed, and forgot what had been going on with Spencer. For a moment I was happy. I drifted off to sleep again, warm in Spencer's arms. He was perfect. I decided to never leave his embrace again.

:) Eh? Good? And Yes… The guys were taken to Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital…

Lol, I'm a nerd, I know. I will say right now that Callie Torres, Meredith Grey, Derek Shepherd, and any of the other GA characters that I used, are NOT mine :)