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The last thing that Catherine remembered doing that New Years Eve night before the impact was throwing her arm across Lindsay, sitting in the passenger seat. The car was coming through the red light at a high rate of speed. Catherine closed her eyes and heard the crash of metal on metal as the sports car rammed her Tahoe. Before she knew it, the SUV rolled over and came to a stop on the roof after rolling over twice. Catherine heard the car that did it speed off, leaving her and her daughter to fend for their selves.

Catherine didn't hear anything. She wanted desperately to her Lindsay cry, or something. Looking over she saw her darling baby girl; her head loose like a rag doll's, blood pouring out from several glass-strewn cuts. Reaching over she checked to see if her daughter had a pulse. She found that Lindsay had one, but it was very weak and thready.

With her instincts kicking in, Catherine reached for her cell and dialed 911.

"This is 911 dispatch, what is you emergency?" a young woman answered

"My SUV got hit and rolled over. My daughter has a severe head injury, she still has a pulse, but its weak."

"Where are you located?"

"The intersection of Richmond and the Strip."

"We'll be right there, ma'am."

With that the dispatcher hung up. Catherine, hanging upside down, checked herself over.

**Why did it have to hit her side? Why not mine? Why am I fine, and she have a head injury?**

The fire, police, and medics pulled up moments later.

A young male medic ran up to the car with two backboards.

"Ma'am, ma'am can you hear me?"

"Yes, but get her first!"

"My partner is coming right now to help her. Now are you hurt?"

"No, no, the car didn't hit my side, it hit my daughter's." Catherine replied getting more and more hysterical

"Can you get out?"

"Yeah."

Catherine undid her seatbelt and fell to the roof of the car. Slowly she got out of the smashed window. The medic who was helping Lindsay got her on to gurney the backboard below her frail and pale body, gave a look to her partner. Catherine was in hysterics, so she didn't notice it, but the guy treating her did. The look of 'this is not good at all.'

"Ma'am, I have to put this brace on you neck now." He said keeping his deep voice calm.

Catherine just nodded and the medic placed the plastic collar around her neck. Her eyes were on Lindsay as they were putting her into the ambulance.

"Can… can I go with her to the hospital?"

"Of course you can."

The medic helped Catherine into the rig, and ran to the driver's side door. For Catherine the rest of the night became blurry. The ride, the ER, the waiting, it all seemed like some surreal movie to her. She had fallen away from the Faith for a long time now, but that night in the ER, she prayed like she had never prayed before.

Early the next morning, Catherine was waiting outside of surgery for news on her daughter. While she was asking a nurse to get her a cup of coffee, Gil came in the waiting area. He slowly came up to her.

"Catherine?" Gil whispered

Catherine registered the voice, and when she did, a small wave of comfort washed over her. Turning around she fell into Gil's strong shoulders and started to cry.  After he had wrapped his arms around her, he gently guided Catherine back to the chair she was sitting in.

"I heard what happened. Is there any news about Lindsay?"

"No…they won't tell me anything." She managed to say through her streaming tears

"They found the guy who did this to you and her. He was driving around Vegas with the front of his car bashed in."

"That's really good. I hope that rots in jail, never sees the light of day, and then burns."

"The guy driving was Eddie."