A/N: REALLY sorry for the delay. I just haven't gotten the urge to write because the creativity for my stories doesn't come well w/ personal issues I've been having. I've been drawing dolls and posting them up on my website. If you have any curiosity on this matter you can visit my website: Thanks for those of you who are reading this.

Chapter 16

Phil and Kimi raced out to Phil's truck and hopped inside with little thought and no exchanged words. Phil slid the keys into the truck's ignition and started it up. As he pulled out of his driveway, he pulled out his cell phone. He turned the phone on and began to dial a number, but he kept fumbling.

Kimi watched Phil start over and over again on dialing the number, and she watched him clear all the numbers he'd typed in. He did manage to dial 911, and he began talking to the operator in a rush.

"9-1-1, can I help you?"

"Yes, my friend has been in an accident. I'm not sure of his exact location, but I believe he will be near the outskirts of the city. Please, could you go and see if he's near there?"

Kimi could feel her heart pounding in her chest; never would she have believed that the day could have gotten worse than it all ready had been. First, Chuckie left the house in a storm for Marina's, then her mother had grounded her for longer than needed; now Dil was hurt from a car accident.

Kimi came back to and saw that Phil was struggling with his cell phone again. He pushed a few buttons in then paused put another button in then had to erase it. He did this all while he was driving way too fast. Kimi looked up at Phil's eyes and was about to speak to him when he spoke first.

"Dammit! What the hell is Tommy's phone number?" Phil shouted frantically.

Kimi took a hold of Phil's hand and pried the cell phone away. "I'll call," she said in a hushed, fearful tone.

Phil and Kimi drove around the outskirts of the city until they found the scene of the accident. The ambulance was all ready at the scene, and Tommy's little red Pontiac Sunfire was there as well. Phil and Kimi's gaze was fixed on the black Sunfire overturned on the side of the road, with glass scattered all around it. Phil began to tremble and muttered, "Dil." Dil was a very good friend of Phil's, they hung out as often as possible and had a great time. It was almost too much for Phil to take seeing Dil's car on it's roof and badly damaged.

Kimi was as horrified by what she saw as Phil, and she tightened her grip onto Phil's arm and trembled along with him. Her eyes were glued to the smashed car, and she felt very faint the more time passed. The sirens of the ambulance didn't help the dizziness, but the sound of a familiar voice tore Kimi out of the swirling surroundings.

Kimi and Phil turned to see Tommy, white as a sheet, standing next to them with Rachel at his side. "Tommy," Phil breathed with sadness in his voice.

"He's hurt pretty bad," was all Tommy said.

There wasn't much to be said in such a time, so no one spoke as the ambulanced began to head away from the scene. Phil and Kimi returned to Phil's truck, and Rachel walked Tommy to the passenger side of his car--he was in no condition to drive with such rattled nerves.

The two vehicles followed the ambulance to the hospital, where Dil was quickly taken back to the E.R. Tommy sank down into the waiting room seats, and the rest followed suit. Rachel hugged Tommy and stroked his back. Phil and Kimi sat in close proximity but did not touch. Neither were in a normal state of mind and could not come back out of their thoughts. Phil was thinking of the worst-case-scenario and was almost positive that they'd lost Dil. The thought really nagged at him and knotted his insides up, and he was trembling worse than before.

Kimi was lost in thought and didn't know how much more she could possibly take. Her life was spiraling down on its own, and she was lost in it all. She didn't want to lose Dil because it was cause a big hurt inside of her heart that could not be mended. Tears filled to the brink of her eyes and silently slipped out of her eyes, proceeding down her cheeks.

Soon, Lil and Dustin rushed into the waiting room and sat beside Tommy and Rachel. Lil spoke to Phil, who didn't respond to her, which worried her. She knew how close Phil was to Dil and knew that it was breaking him up inside to know that Dil was boarding life and death. But, she wanted to give moral support to Tommy, since Dil was his brother.

To everyone's surprise, Chuckie wandered into the waiting room. Of course, Marina was with him, but she appeared to feel out of place. Kimi glanced over to Lil to see if she called Chuckie, but she just shrugged. So, Kimi assumed Tommy called Chuckie, they were best friends after all. Chuckie walked right past his sister and knelt down in front of his best friend.

Marina walked over to the lot of them, but stood shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Kimi motioned for her to sit down beside her. There was not resentment left on such a night, and she was almost happy to see her brother there. Kimi knew on the inside that she really didn't resent Marina, but she felt that she was losing her brother to a new life. Yet seeing Chuckie there at a time of need, Kimi began to realize that Chuckie would always be there.

Marina sat down but said nothing. She stared down at her feet and sighed. "I'm sorry for what has happened. Tonight has been rough for all of you." Marina said quietly. "And, I know that I haven't made your life easy, Kimi. I'm sorry for what's happened."

"No apology is needed." Kimi said quietly. "He doesn't feel remorse for anything, so I shouldn't hold harsh feelings towards you. Chuckie was always half of what happened."

It was late in the night, and all the parents were there: Pickles, DeVilles, and Finsters. It was a rough night without word of Dil's condition. So much tension was doing more harm than any of the information on the surgery would. Phil still hadn't spoken to anyone, Tommy was still white as a sheet, and Deedee was sobbing in Stu's arms in the midst of the other parents.

By three-in-the-morning, the Pickles were allowed in to see Dil, who'd made it through surgery to fix a broken arm and a few broken ribs. The waiting room had let out a relieved sigh when they heard that he was alive and doing well. Phil sunk down in his seat, and Kimi stroked his hair. He finally opened his eyes and gave her a weak smile. "I was afraid of the worst," he admitted.

Kimi leaned down and kissed his forehead, she was afraid to do more with the parents there, and replied, "I think we were all fearing the worst."

"This night…"he started.

"Has been the night from Hell." Kimi replied leaning her head against Phil's.

"Yes." Phil agreed.