The pair talked quietly for several hours. Thomas brought them food but otherwise let them be. There was a lot to go over and they barely scratched the surface. Sam glossed over some things but she called him out on them and he had to backtrack to correct himself but mostly Rose just listened. As it got darker they both grew quiet, the reality of all of it settling over them. Rose knew if the dwelled on any of it for too long they'd just end up losing themselves to grief, but it was hard to escape it. Max had been their brother. He'd been their big brother for years.

She put her head on her brother's shoulder, holding onto him, "I don't want to believe that he's gone… How can he really be gone?" Sam held her close, petting her hair quietly. She knew he didn't want to talk about it, but she just couldn't get Max's face out of her head. He'd been alive just a few hours ago. "Was it the crash?"

Sam sighed and hid his face in her hair, "Yes, it was, that other Jeep… it… crushed his chest… I don't think he was alive for very long. There was nothing we could have done."

"Mom and Dad don't know what happened… How are we going to tell them? They'll be so worried about us…"

"I don't think we can tell them. Not without getting the Hewitts into deep trouble."

"I know you're right but they cared for us for so long. It just… feels so wrong not being able to tell them what happened to Max.. I mean he was their real son." Rose looked up at her brother heartbroken. "Maybe we could send a letter there from another town or something and… and give Max a proper funeral there… or… or stage the crash somewhere farther away from here so that no one knows it happened here. They'd think the other people got out and booked it. And we… we could go to a hospital and call them from there..?" She made up the crazy sounding plan quickly, "I know they must have saved the Jeeps… it's not like anyone would be any wiser."

Thomas slipped in silently, staring at them with his dark brown eyes, they seemed to be furrowed in deep thought. Slowly he came closer and gently tugged her from her brother as he crouched down in front of her. He'd make it happen, even if he had to do it all by himself, but Monty would help, especially with the transportation of the two destroyed Jeeps. They'd have to do it at night thought. Rose looked at him, her eyes becoming soft, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… I forgot all about you… and I still don't really remember anything… maybe… we can start over?" His mouth twisted into a smile under his mask making his eyes crinkle before he nodded slightly.

"Uncle Monty still has that old tow truck, right?" Sam asked after he had his sister pulled away, "Cause her plan might work…" He got up to go and talk to Monty and Hoyt.

Rose reached out and grabbed his arm, "If it won't I don't want to try it. I don't want them to get in trouble." Even if they deserved it she didn't want to see her friend and his family destroyed because they'd made some terrible choices. She was fairly sure that what happened in the basement had been a fever dream, or shock. Thomas pet her hair again gently before just holding her to his chest. She didn't pull away from him. Rose sighed softly. "If this works, I'll go to a hospital. They'll be able to fix anything that's really wrong." She got a grunt in response. "You'll come and pick me back up, right?"

The man took a heavy hand and a gentle caress to her cheek. He didn't really have to say anything, not with how he was looking at her. Rose blushed hard, looking away from his eyes before she got herself lost. "I'm glad you'll come and get me." She laid her head against his chest, letting him rub her back and play with her hair.

Rose slowly fell asleep in his arms, she may have only been awake for awhile but with her injuries it was no surprise that she was already exhausted. Once she was asleep Thomas settled her back down into the bed and tucked her in. They'd have a long day tomorrow.

That next day was gloomy and dark, Sam discussed with Hoyt and Monty how they would move the vehicles into place, to stage the crash. They'd make up a story about the people from the other car getting out and running away and stage it so that it looked like it happened on the road they chose in the next town over. It was a fairly secluded road so no one would actually see them setting up, scattering pieces of the wreckage along the road. The last time a car had been down it was a few days ago, the sand was pristine, if a little overgrown.

As night fell the overcast skies opened up in a downpour, hiding the evidence that anyone had tampered with the scene. Just before they left to get 'help' Hoyt tore open the bandages on Rose's stomach and shoved a large piece of glass into her. She cried out in pain, hunching over as she tried to grasp the razor sharp glass shard and pull it from her stomach. She knew they needed to make it believable but did he have to go that far?

She was trembling to hard to even grasp the shard, her body quickly getting soaked in the rain as she looked up at the Jeep and her brothers. Sam had been hit over the head a time or two to make sure his bruises were nice and fresh, but Max… Max looked rough. He'd been dead for a few days now and by all rights they should be in a lot worse condition than they were in. She closed her eyes and prayed that they didn't think about it too hard. Three kids in a horrible crash, the other vehicle's passengers leaving them for dead.

Rose rolled onto her back, staring up at the sky, blinking hard to keep the rain out of her eyes before she just closed them and waited. Thomas wouldn't let her die out here… would he? They were going to get them help, right?

She laid there for what felt like hours until she heard sirens in the distance, relief filled her body. Thank god. She was really starting to worry that they weren't going to come back. Vaguely she could hear Sam talking to someone, pleading that they help her first. Max was long gone that was obvious. She made a noise when someone put their hands on her and started trying to rouse her. She briefly opened her eyes, squinting before closing them again, "Get… it out…" She mumbled, weakly lifting a hand to try again at grasping the shard.

Rose couldn't hear what they were saying. She felt like she was underwater. Maybe Hoyt overdid it with the glass. She'd probably lost a lot of blood, though it was too dark for her to tell if she did or not. She decided it probably didn't matter at all if she was awake or not.

The paramedics didn't want her asleep though, but once she was out they couldn't ask her anything else. Not that they'd gotten any real responses from her beforehand. They stabilized the glass in her abdomen and bound her wound tightly to stop any further loss of blood. Sam watched them hook her up to an IV solution and push several medications that he couldn't make out. They were careful getting her onto the stretcher. With Sam they put him in a neck brace just in case and carefully pried him from the Jeep, asking him the majority of their questions.

"What's your name, son?" A man with a thick mustache ask, getting his attention away from his sister. He had a thick neck and a round face with dark, probably brown hair, Sam couldn't really tell.

"Sam… The woman is my twin, Rose."

"Alright, Sam, can you tell me how this happened?"

Sam tried to wipe his brow. "I'm not sure… the Jeep… came out of nowhere. We've been here for… a few days I think?" He croaked.

"Can you tell me your sister's blood type? She lost a lot of blood."

"It's AB negative… Same as me." They laid him down on the stretcher. "Any longer and we would be dead. Thank you…" His gaze drifted to his brother.

The man patted his shoulder softly, "Hey, my name is Fred, can you focus on me a little longer? I need you to squeeze my hands okay?" He took both of Sam's hands in his, "Good, good. We're going to take you to Scott and White Baylor Hospital, okay? That's the closest place we can get you to. Have you got any family nearby?"

"They're in Virginia, our parents… my brother… he's dead isn't he…?" Sam groaned as he was given his own IV. There wasn't a response for awhile. "I know he is… I just…" Sam started to cry as they loaded him into the ambulance. None of the paramedics could really comfort him, it was always grim for them when someone lost family, especially so suddenly.