Just a few days before the election and I'm updating this fic! Please Review!
The shouting had begun when Kylo had made a remark about Finn being guilty. He had declared something about the sentence being ten years in prison and Rey had set off on him, her anger flaring. Perhaps it had been the terrible weather or the overcast drifts of February snow that had set them both off or perhaps it was the remaining dregs of their last fight that had resurfaced. Either way, the argument had begun and neither party was backing down.
From the apartment to the parking lot, they argued, attracting unwanted eyes. Rey flinched at every terrible comment Kylo seethed before sending a volley of malicious words towards him. Neither meant what they said, but neither was willing to concede defeat.
Kylo went to his Mercedes and Rey watch from her Jeep, her knuckles clenched white against the steering wheel. What had been their plan to take one car became two and she started her engine, stabbing her keys into the slot and violently jerking the car awake. Her phone had buzzed as the black car her boyfriend owned shot out of the parking lot and trailed behind her white one.
Rey answered her phone with a shout, barking, "What?! What more could you possibly want to tell me?!" and the argument resumed from where they had let off.
"Maybe if you would just listen, you'd know that it'd be better for you to turn around and stay home!" Kylo's shout sent a wave of anger rushing through Rey. "It'll hurt less when I send your friend to pris-"
"What is your problem?! He didn't do anything!" Rey interjected, taking a turn to avoid the stare Kylo was giving her through his window. Their raised voices were enough to attract the eyes of a few others on the street, but Rey ignored them and continued her verbal assault.
They had been halfway to the courthouse when Rey noticed the car behind her was Han's Falcon… but the driver was not Han. Their argument had kept her too preoccupied to see who the driver was until Chu Bacca frowned at her and motioned if she was alright. Rey waved her hand in response as Kylo shouted something insignificant.
By some will of fate, Kylo and Rey were side by side on the road, shouting at each other through their phones while glaring death through their windows. If they both arrived at the courtroom alive, Rey feared their relationship would be over.
Kylo hung up on her while she was in the middle of her sentence. Furious, Rey had turned her head to look at him, and he had looked at her in defiance and anger. His car was lower to the ground than hers; Rey had the upper hand when glaring down at him.
Neither had noticed the signs telling them to mind a fallen tree until they were too close. The people moving the tree waved at them as their cars drew closer and Rey's eyes widened when she finally noticed the fallen debris. Using every ounce of strength she possessed, Rey twisted her steering wheel.
The car turned at the last moment, but before Rey could sigh in relief, she rammed into the side of Kylo's car, flipping both vehicles over and sending glass shattering. Screaming, Rey held onto the wheel, trying to keep herself from being violently tossed about. Her world slammed into darkness as a driving force punched her in the chest and pinned her body to the back of her seat.
Han and Leia ran into the hospital with Chu Bacca, the lawsuit forgotten, the court adjourned, and even more worry in their minds. Behind them were Finn and Poe, all rushing from the courthouse to the hospital. They pushed through doctors and past nurses to reach the front desk where a dark haired nurse sat.
Han nearly slammed into the desk before he addressed the nurse on duty. "I'm looking for two people who were just in a car crash- Ben Solo and Rey Kryze- how are they?!" he panted. The nurse looked up from her computer and crossed her hands. She wore blue scrubs with a pink lanyard, and smiled at them.
"What relation are you to the patients?" she asked, her voice soft. "I can't divulge any information unless you inform me of your rela-"
"We're Ben's parents!" Han fumbled for his wallet and removed his driver's license, nearly dropping it before pointing to his last name. "Han Solo! Father of Ben Solo! He's twenty-nine and was in a car crash!"
Finn and Poe stepped forward, placing their hands on the counter top, "We're Rey's roommates!" they shouted. "She lives with us! She's this tall," he pointed to a height around his ear, "and she's twenty-two!"
The nurse nodded at them, typing into her keyboard and speaking quietly into a small microphone. "Doctor Patel, please come to Emergency One," she repeated twice. The nurse was a young woman with dark hair and skin. She remained calm as the four people in front of the desk fretted.
A doctor came to greet them once temporary hospital IDs were issued. He wore a white coat that billowed behind him with each causal step. His smile was blindingly white and each step he took only made Han more nervous. "Hi, folks, how can I help you?" His voice was amiable, his movements relaxed, and he leaned against the front desk. Before Han could step forward, Leia began firing questions.
"Where is my son? Is he alright? What about his girlfriend? Are they both being treated? Why were we not notified of their accident?"
The doctor held his hands up as more questions from Finn and Poe mixed with Leia's. "Please," he stated quietly. "Miss Kryze is doing well. She's scratched up, but her airbag prevented her from sustaining any lasting injury. She will be released when her concussion results come back." The doctor accepted a clipboard of paper the nurse handed to him. He flipped through a few pages before nodding and looking at Han and Leia. "To the parents of Ben Solo, would you please follow me to my office? I will be able to explain your son's situation from there."
The doctor motioned for Leia and Han to follow him and they obliged, walking through a hallway to reach a well lit office with a skeleton in the corner. Doctor Patel moved behind his desk and motioned for Han and Leia to sit.
When everyone was in a seat, he began looking through a file on his desk before nodding. "I can tell you that there was a lot of damage. Your son is currently in surgery." The doctor's somewhat happy face was replaced by one of seriousness. Han's eyes widened and he looked at Leia who reflected the same surprise.
Han would have collapsed if he had not been sitting, and he moved to hold his wife's hand. Holding onto Leia, he stared at the no longer smiling doctor. "What do you mean 'there was a lot of damage?'" he breathed. Han felt as if he had been punched in the gut. His breathing hitched and he shook his head, denial washing over him. "Rey- his girlfriend- she's fine. Why is my son in surgery?"
The doctor nodded. "Miss Kryze was saved by the deploying of her airbag. Mr. Solo, however, was… not as… fortunate." He seemed to struggle with words and sighed. Leia frowned.
"Explain yourself."
The doctor scratched his chin and took a deep breath. "Your son's car malfunctioned; the airbags did not deploy and he was not wearing a seatbelt." Leia gasped and Han shook his head, but the doctor continued. "The entire windshield of his car broke and the glass caused lacerations over his body. His suit protected him from most damage on his appendicular skeleton, but his jacket was open and the glass from his windshield pierced his left side. From what we know, Mr. Solo is not suffering from internal damage, but he did lose quite a lot of blood.
"Because his airbag did not deploy and his seat belt was not there to hold him back, Mr. Ren's face, shoulder, and ribcage hit the steering wheel at full impact. His collarbone is broken from what we have seen, and his third and fourth ribs on his left were broken but did not puncture his lung. As for his head, a minor part of his anterior skull might have to be reconstructed based on the breakage. We also think part of his left mandible has to be replaced with a prosthetic."
The two parents remained silent, absorbing the information they had been given. Each second was agony and each moment felt like death. "Will he…" Leia began. She swallowed and took a shaky breath before questioning the inevitable. "What are his chances of survival?"
A few pages into the folder and an x-ray of a cracked skull later, Patel folded his hands over the desk, covering a paragraph. "Your son has a seventy percent chance of survival," he said. The relief on Han and Leia's face was almost enough to keep Patel from continuing. "However," he stated, noticing their worry return, "there is a high chance that he might be brain damaged. If his skull fragmented and the fragments of his skull pierced his brain, then depending on the lobe and the depth of the puncture, there is a chance that he might suffer from permanent mental and physical repercussions. I'm sorry."