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(Neal)

Neal felt faint; all he had known was that he had so a light and he didn't know where Peter was. He had screamed too.

He looked frantically for Peter's hand, "Peter." He gasped. Where was the light now? There was a gasp in response, "Neal, are you okay?" he asked, he was close to yelling to him.

Neal looked for him, "Did we get in a wreck? I'm in a lot of pain." He cried out, he looked at his legs, there was blood on them. "My legs are bloody and there's a tingly feeling."

Peter nodded, "Yes, we did. You'll be fine, Neal. Someone is gonna be here soon, stay with me!" he yelled to him.

(Peter)

It's my entire fault, I should've watched the road better, Neal could be…dead because of me. Peter swallowed those fears back; he knew the wreck was pretty bad, he had heard screaming.

Was it Neal or the other drive? What would Elizabeth say if Neal died because of him? He heard a cry say his name, "Neal, are you okay?" he asked, looking all over for Neal, but the airbag was in his face and he saw a little figure.

There was a small response, it was again a cry, "Did we get in a wreck? I'm in a lot of pain." This can't be happening, no, no. He has to be okay…thought Peter again. He heard another answer, "My legs are bloody and there's a tingly feeling."

Peter's lip was bleeding, but there was no other damage than that. Why did everything bad have to happen to this poor kid? "Yes, we did. You'll be fine, Neal. Someone is gonna be here soon, stay with me!" he shouted.

(Peter)

Peter watched as they tried to get his friend out, the car door was stuck, and Neal was in pain. The firefighter and ambulances and police cars had arrived moments ago.

It was easy for Peter to get out, Neal not so much. Peter watched, just keeping his eyes on the door. Then the moment came.

The crowbar that they were using had finally reeled the door open and Neal was there, he tumbled out of the car, falling on his stomach.

He coughed blood out of his mouth, he had a bloody gum and lip, and he was lying on the ground, surrounded by paramedics and one firefighter.

Elizabeth soon arrived, frantic, when she saw Peter, she nearly jumped a foot in the air, she ran over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and covering him in kisses, Peter released her, pointing at Neal, not speaking.

"It's my fault, we were talking and I wasn't watching…I thought he was dead." He sighed and then gasped, "It was horrible." He looked at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, "Hon, it wasn't your fault. Don't even say that. The cops said the man ran a red light. Its okay, Peter." She pecked him on the lips, smiling.

Peter still felt guilty about it, but soon Neal rose, stumbling and dizzy.

(Neal)

Neal considered himself lucky to alive after that wreck, he had been in worse, but he was in a great deal of pain.

He got up, dizzy, a sick feeling in his stomach, and he stumbled once or twice. He looked at Peter, glad to see his friend okay. He didn't remember much and his head had a nice gash on it.

A paramedic brought a blanket over to Neal, and he was glad, because inside Neal was freezing but he didn't want to admit it. He rubbed his eyes and held his arms out for the blanket. He wrapped it around him, sighing.

Peter wasn't approaching Neal and Neal wasn't approaching Peter. There was an awful awkwardness in the setting now.

Neal finally broke it and walked towards Peter, "It's not your fault, Peter." He sighed, patting him on the shoulder.

His hand was cold but he didn't care, he wrapped his arms around Peter, hugging him. Peter wrapped his arms around Neal too.

"How are you?" asked Peter once Neal stopped hugging him. Neal scratched his head, sighing, "My leg is in pain, but it's wrapped, and I am NOT going to the hospital, so don't even try." He smiled, sweetly.

Peter shook his head, "Neal, your cancer is really bad and this too, your going to the hospital, don't try and get out of it." snapped Peter, looking at Neal, in the eyes. They were like blue skies, but now they were swimming with tears.

Peter looked at Neal, "What's wrong?" he asked him. Neal sighed, the truth was his stomach was really hurting and he felt like he was going to throw-up. He shrugged it off, "I h-hate hospitals!" he cried and then looked at Peter.

Peter sighed, "I don't care, and you have to go. You want to pull through? What would Kate want you to?" he asked him.

A tear rolled down Neal's cheek, it had been one of the first times Peter had brought up Kate. Neal nodded, "She'd want me to do wh-what's best." He sighed.

Elizabeth and Peter smiled in unison, Peter replied, "Good, come on buddy, I won't let the ambulance take you, I will." He smiled.

Neal walked towards the car, the blanket still wrapped around him, "Thanks Peter." He said and started towards the car, sighing.