Sorry for the long wait, I've had some trouble with this chapter. Originally, I had a part from Jeff's point of view in here as well but I find him so difficult to write so I eventually just decided to give up on it. I think the whole story will probably be told from Scott's POV. Anyway, because I had to cut Jeff's part this chapter isn't very long but I thought I would just post what I have since it's been so long already.

Also, after some helpful comments from Trillianaus and cathrl I decided to change some minor details from the previous chapters to help the story feel more realistic so you might want to consider reading them again to avoid confusion.

I also cannot emphasise enough how much your reviews mean to me, thank so much to everyone who's left one!

Scott scrunched his eyes tightly, trying to will them to open. His head was exploding and his whole body felt heavy. He could hear sirens in the distance. What the hell is going on? His head was pounding as he tried to tune into the sounds around him. Then the sounds of his family filled his ears, Alan screaming in the back, Gordon sobbing along side him. He could just about hear John's heavy breathing beside him. Nothing at all from Virgil. It all came flooding back to him. The crash.

He groaned forcing his eyes open to assess the damage, there was dust everywhere, his airbag was still obstructing his view but he could see the front window was smashed. Glass was littered all about him and he found himself not wanting to move in case he cut himself. He turned his head slightly to see if he could get a look at John. His younger brother was slumped over slightly holding his chest and gasping for air.

The reality of the situation finally kicked in and Scott was able to clear his head just as the panicking began. His family were hurt. They needed him.

He turned fully to face his immediate younger brother, trying to push the airbag out of his way and wincing as the glass underneath him shifted. He put a hand on John's shoulder causing the younger boy to jump.

He watched as John finally focused on him, eyes widening in realisation. He was still gasping for breath "Scott...can't-can't breath"

The terror in his brother voice caused Scott's heart to tighten, his own fear rising.

"Plea-Please...help" John gasped.

And Scott did nothing. John's eyes bore into him, pleading for his big brother to do something. To do anything. And Scott couldn't. He couldn't help, he didn't know what to do.

He remembered the sounds of sirens he'd woken up to, his own raw voice cracked when he replied "Just hang on John...helps coming."

John just slumped back into his seat and Scott saw the tears streaming from his brothers eyes as he tried to draw in a breath. He felt as if he'd failed his brother in that moment.

"Scott..." He was drawn out of his musings when he heard a quiet voice over what he presumed was Alan still screaming. Scott almost sobbed at the thought of his younger brothers, he didn't want to turn around fearing what he would see. Worry and concern broke through though and he slowly turned as far as he could manage. He noticed a sharp pain in his neck at the movement but that was forgotten as he looked into the back.

It had been Gordon who had called out, he had tears streaming down his face as he looked at Scott with trusting eyes.

"Are you alright, Gordon?"

"He won't wake up"

Scott's breath caught in his throat as he looked over to where Gordon was pointing and took in Virgil's state. His brother had a deep gash on his forehead, blood flowing down his face. His eyes were closed and in one look Scott could see he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. He noticed the spider web crack in his brothers side window which was splattered with blood. Virgil's blood.

He cursed and could feel the bile rising in his throat as he tried to force it down again. All he wanted to do was be at his brothers side but his limbs felt heavy and his seatbelt kept him pinned.

He tried to calm down panicking wasn't going to help. An ambulance was coming, everything was going to be fine. He swallowed hard and assessed his two younger brothers conditions. Nothing appeared to be visibly wrong with them but Alan was still screaming his head off and Gordon seemed to have gone into some sort of state of shock.

He focused on the brother he might actually be able to help and tried to calm the youngest down.

"Alan...look at me"

He got no response.

"ALAN"

His brothers screaming subsided and he elected instead to quietly sob as he focused his attention on his older brother. He chocked out "Scotty?"

Scott gave a weak smile "Yeah squirt its me, you alright?"

Alan shook his head furiously, fresh tears welling in his eyes. Scott couldn't tell if there was something physically wrong with his brother or if it was just the shock of the situation. Alan was only three after all.

"Does something hurt?"

Alan seemed to hesitate for a moment as if trying to decide before shaking his head again. Scott let out a sigh of relief.

It was then a knock came on the window beside Scott. He started before slowly turned around, still feeling heavy and sore.

The door opened and a man in a fluorescent coat kneeled down to him "Hey kiddo, can you tell me your name? Are you hurt?"

Looking at the tall young man leaning into the car, Scott quickly realised this was the help he'd been waiting for and hurriedly tried to explain "I-I'm fine. My-my brothers, they need hel-help"

He tried to point out John and Virgil but the man lightly took a hold of his wrists placing them back by his sides.

"It's alright son, just calm down" Scott took a shuddering breath before the man rose again and shouted something presumably back to his colleagues. Scott could see the other front door open as another older man leaned in and started talking to John. He wanted to listen but the man with him insisted on talking to him.

"Can you tell me your name, kid?"

He took a shaky breath "Scott...Scott Tracy"

"Okay Scott, I'm Paul, don't worry we'll have you out of here in a jiffy"

The paramedics tone was light and casual, probably a well practiced technique to keep casualties calm but Scott was feeling anything but calm at the moment.

He tried to look round to his other brothers but Paul took hold of his chin and Scott was suddenly aware of a very bright light shining into his eyes. He tried to pull away as his headache intensified tenfold.

"Sorry I know it's not pleasant but I need to check in case you have a concussion"

Scott really couldn't care less about his own condition when he still had no information on his brothers. He tuned out the voice of his paramedic and his ears picked up words he really didn't want to hear. The older man with John said across the car to Paul "This one's bad. I'm thinking it's a collapsed lung. We need to get him to a hospital."

Not realising Scott's panic at the words, Paul replied calmly "Okay you take him in our ambulance, I'll wait here for the others."

The man nodded and retreated back to his ambulance. Scott breathing heavily himself now peered over at John, he'd gotten considerably paler and was still gasping for air. John, his younger brother, had a collapsed lung. A collapsed lung! What did that even mean!?

"Joh-John..."

The younger paramedic, finally catching on to Scott's distress was quick to reassure "He'll be alright, son, don't worry"

Scott was not satisfied, how could he not worry!? All his younger brothers were sitting injured in this stupid car and it had been all his fault...it was his fault. He'd taken the car. He had been driving. He'd turned away from the road. He'd caused the crash. And now...now his brothers were hurt.

All because of him.

He started feeling all too claustrophobic in the car. He needed to get out. Needed to be with his brothers. He suddenly noticed the presence of the paramedic had disappeared.

He struggled with his seatbelt, fingers fumbling with the buckle as the suffocating feeling started to overwhelm him. The belt finally unlatched and he drew in a deep breath.

He worked on getting his heavy legs to move, hauling one out of the still open door. He braced an arm on the doorframe, trying to shift the rest of his body out of the car. Glass was shifting underneath him and he winced as sharp edges scraped him. When he had two feet planted firmly on the ground, he was panting. His chest felt tight and his vision was blurred.

He pushed all that to the side, his only focus getting fully out of this vehicle. Placing both arms on the doorframe he hauled himself to his feet. He kept a tight hold onto the car as his world swayed dangerously.

"Hey! Scott! Sit back down."

Scott focused on the paramedic who he could now see was leaning into the door Virgil had been sitting at. God...Virgil!

He had to see. He slowly edged along the side of the car, ignoring the paramedics shouts. He peered over the open door into the back.

His breath caught in his throat "Virg..."

Still unconscious, Virgil was ghostly pale, his skin looked white compared to the deep bloody gash which had resulted in half of his face being completely covered in blood as it flowed freely out of the wound.

He felt sick as his knees buckled and hit the ground. Leaning forward he retched violently. He'd caused this. Virgil was unconscious and bleeding and it was all his fault. His brother, who should be gracefully playing the piano for his family right now, was instead badly hurt and needing medical attention. His retching became more erratic and he began to feel light-headed.

Then Paul was in front of him once again, holding his shoulders.

"Listen to me Scott, you need to calm down. Everything will be fine. Just calm down"

There was blood rushing in his ears, he only partly heard the man. There were more sirens blaring and lights were flashing all around him. He felt dizzy. He couldn't focus. There were so many people around. Since when were there this many people?

He slumped forward, his body giving up on him. The busy scene quickly faded to nothing as he once again lost consciousness.

To be continued...

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