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This chappie is a little longer than the last one, it explaines somethings and is quite sad...Enjoy though.

Chapter 2

When they reached the emergency room, the medics and the hospital staff whisked her away and told him to wait out here, they'd come and get him when they knew what they were dealing with. So he waited, not patiently though. When his oldest friend seemingly materialized out of nowhere, he was pacing like a rabid, caged tiger. It had been over an hour and he still hadn't heard anything from the emergency room doctors. Suddenly, just before he was about to burst back there and demand what was going on, a young nurse, clad in blue scrub pants and a Care Bears scrub top came out from the double doors.

"Sir?" she addressed him timidly, yet politely. "We have to take your daughter up to surgery. She has a fractured wrist and a slight fracture in her jaw. Her knee was badly injured in the accident as well. We also have to close the gash on her head and rule out any internal injuries, although from the ultrasound there doesn't appear to be any internal damage. Also, she's been asking for you." the young woman waited for him to follow her back to see his daughter.

His friend said he'd wait for the investigative team to finish up their field work and he'd tell them about the girl.

He approached the gurney his daughter was on, and took her good hand in his. She looked so frail, so lost. She extracated her hand from his and pulled the oxygen mask off her face.

"Daddy?" she croaked, her big blue eyes filling with tears the instant she saw him. "I'm sorry about the car." she managed to croak out. He didn't saw anything, just hushed her tears with a quiet look. She coughed and he tried to replace the mask, but she swatted it away, "Is Daniel okay?" She didn't know about her brother. His heart ached and the look on his face must have given away the painful truth. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "No," she cried, "No, not Danny! No no no no." she repeated over and over again. She drew in a breath and choked back a sob. "I'm sorry." she whispered through tears, "I'm sorry."

"We have to take her now." the young nurse from earlier said quietly as she raised the sides of the gurney and prepared to wheel the girl to the surgical floor. He stood there, rooted to his spot, not sure if he should follow his daughter or go and check on his wife. He listened to the fading sobs of his daughter and decided that this was not the place he needed to be. He bolted from the room and nearly ran down his friend who was waiting in the hall way.

"I'll be back." he said and nothing more as his friend tossed him the keys to his car.

When he reached his house, he parked his friends car in the driveway and walked slowly up the walk. Opening the front door, the dog, a scruffy Jack Russel Terrier came to greet him. He patted the dog's head and climbed the stairs to the bedroom he shared with his wife of two years. He saw her lying on the bed, her back to him. Tissues were scattered around her and she didn't look up when he sat next to her.

"Alison's in surgery." he said, hoping to draw some sort of conversation with his broken-hearted wife. "She has a broken wrist, a fractured jaw and her knee took the brunt of the damage. They don't know if she has any internal injuries yet or not." When his words didn't solicit any response from his wife, he continued on, "I told her about Daniel." This drew a sad stare from his wife.

"And?" she pressed, her voice tight and full of raw emotion.

"And, she...said...she was sorry." he said in a halting fashion, hoping it would ease the sting of his words.

"Sorry!" she hissed as she turned to face him. "Sorry." she glared at him with anger in her eyes, "Sorry won't change the fact that she altered our lives forever! Sorry won't chage the fact that our son, our beautiful son was taken from us! Sorry won't change the fact that she killed him."

"Kate." he went to hug her, but she moved away from him. She crossed the room and picked up a framed photo of her son and step-daughter. It had been taken very recently, on her birthday just weeks before. She traced her son's smiling features and didn't wipe away the small puddle of tears that began to fall onto the surface of the glass. "Kate." he said once more, trying to get his wife to face him. She turned his way, anger and extreme saddness in her eyes.

"Noooo!" she screamed and with all her strenght she threw the frame at him. He ducked and the framed photo shattered against the door frame sending glass flying in all directions. She fell to her knees, head in hands and wept bitterly, not for the broken frame, but the analogy that it now possessed. He came to her side, and wrapped his arms around her. She tried to push him away, but the act required strength she no longer felt. She let herself wither wearily into his arms and she sobbed. Life as she knew it, the happy life she had with her husband and infant son, the girls days out she had spent with her step-daughter, getting to know her and watching her blossom as a person, those days were over, her son was gone and in her mind so was her step-daughter. Her heart was broken and nothing, not even her husband's strong embrace, could heal her.