She could feel herself being thrown around in her seat as she opened her eyes. She looked around at the street and saw a whole bunch of people watching her. "What were they looking at?" She thought to herself. She looked over to see a bloody John. She screamed at the way he was laying in his seat. His face was leaned up on the steering wheel, with his hands still gripping the wheel. His forehead had blood dripping from the sides and it was leaking onto his white throwback. The front window of the car was shattered and Simmi could see it was on the inside of the car. She tried to move and get out of the car but she couldn't feel her legs. So she just sat as policemen and firefighters tried to get her out of the car.
More than anything, Simmi wanted to make sure John was all right. She wanted to see his bright smile again, she wanted to see his baby blue eyes twinkling while he laughed but most of all she wanted to see that he was still alive. As a policeman opened Simmi's door and carried her out of the car and into an ambulance, she could see that not only had they been hit from the back but also the entire driver's side was smashed.
She watched, as a doctor looked her over briefly before being put in the ambulance. The entire drive to the hospital all she could think about was John. Was he all right? Where was he? Did mom know? What had happened? Why did this have to happen? Pretty soon she felt like this had been all her fault. She placed full blame upon herself for John being in the situation he was in. It was her fault that they had gone out to get ice cream, it was her fault that John had rushed there and mostly it was her fault that all this had happened to him. He could be paralyzed because of her. He could probably never wrestle again. He could probably never walk again. He could probably never rap again.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the ambulance was suddenly stopped and she heard doors slamming outside. The woman that was sitting with her helped her get onto the stretcher and get tied on. Then two other men pushed her into the front entrances of the hospital. She kept asking them where John was and what was happening but they didn't answer her. When they got inside, one of the men covered Simmi's face with a sleeping gas oxygen mask and she fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, back at home everyone was just finishing dessert, when the phone rang. Stephanie went to answer it and didn't recognize the voice.
"Ma'am, are you Mrs. Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley?" asked the unfamiliar voice.
"Yes, I am. Who the hell is this?" asked an annoyed Stephanie.
"Madam, this is Officer Harvey. I am at 92nd and 112th in Manhattan. You're daughter Simmi Copeland and an unidentified man have been involved in a car accident," replied the officer.
"What? What happened to her and John?" asked a worried Stephanie, sitting down on the couch.
"Mrs. Helmsley, Simmi is being rushed to emergency as we speak. Both of her legs have been broken but she is still conscious. As for the man, things do not look good. We cannot get him to sit upright and he is bleeding severely at the temples. We have tried to stop the bleeding, but it won't stop," continued Officer Harvey.
"I'll be right there," cried Stephanie between sobs.
"Now miss, there is no need for that. We have everything under control," warned the officer.
"No, I want to see my daughter and my…" stopped Stephanie. How could she tell the officer about her affair? Then everyone would know.
"Ma'am, what is your connection to this John you speak of," asked the officer.
"Umm…he's my cousin. Yeah, that's it. He's a cousin," replied Stephanie.
"All right, well then you can come see him because we need to get a statement from you," continued the officer.
"Okay, I will be right there," replied Stephanie, hanging up the phone.
She walked back into the living room and told everyone what had happened. Linda walked up to her daughter and hugged her, while Vince and Shane picked up their coats and led the way to the car. Several moments later, they arrived at the scene. It was total carnage. Three cars, including John's, were smashed together. Simmi and John right in the middle of it all, with one car coming from behind and another coming towards the driver's side. Stephanie and Shane got out of the car and Stephanie ran towards John's car crying. She saw John lying there with blood all over him, and his shirt dripping.
She tried to open the door but it was jammed shut. With each pull of the door, Stephanie cried louder. She eventually gave up and fell to the ground. Shane saw that she had fallen and went to help her up. She felt dizzy and faint when she got up. Then she saw John again and fell into Shane's arms. When she woke up again, she asked Shane if they could go to the hospital. He agreed and led her towards the car. Just as Shane let her in and was getting in himself, a police officer came towards him.
"Sir, I was wondering if Mrs. Helmsley would mind answering a few questions about the victims," asked the officer.
"Umm…yes I think she would mind. She's very faint right now and doesn't really want to talk. She would like to go to the hospital," replied Shane.
"Shane? I don't mind answering his questions," replied Stephanie from inside the car.
"Are you sure, Steph?" asked Shane.
"Yes, I'm sure," replied Stephanie getting out of the car and walking with the officer.
Shane watched the two walk away and then walked over to his dad.
"Dad, you better do something to help John. What will Simmi do when she finds out she's father-less?" asked Shane.