Chapter 2

"Are … are you a doctor? Can you help them, I think they're still in the car." He got out, nearly hysteric.

Derek glanced over to the car, the tires were still rolling. It was just them and a deserted road that went to nowhere. Damn desolated landscape, he curses the fact they there was no one around who could help. Derek just hoped that his phone's still going to be working. He needs to call for help. They need emergency services here and that quickly.

After doing a quick exam of the head wound and a neuro exam, he told the boy that he was going to run back to his car to get a first aid kit to provide help with the limited supplies they have out here. When he came back, he opened it and searched through it until he found gauze and handed it over to the boy.

"Hold this against the wound. Seems like you got lucky and it's only superficial." Derek advised and continued: "I need to go check on the other people who have been in the car with you." The boy didn't care about himself, he just wanted to know whether his family was okay.

"Please don't let them die." The boy pleaded. "Is ..."

"Is there a way for me to help. I'm nearly unharmed." The boy wanted to help his familiy, Derek hesitated. He didn't like the idea of the boy walking around and all when he could be suffering from a concussion. "I don't think that's such a good idea." Derek said. "You could be more injured than you think are and we don't know until we get you and the others to a hospital to get the trauma scans done."

"But I don't want to be sitting here and just watching, I want to be able to help." He sounded desperate.

"I know." Derek just answered. "But you can't."

"Fine, I'll stay back." The boy was giving in.

Derek turned to the car, quickly estimating how the chances are that there will be other survivors. "I'll do everything I can." Derek answered, he was being positive and optimistic but never promised anything - just in case things didn't work out for them. He breathed deeply in, then he glanced back at the boy and told him to stay calm as long as he was gone.

"Just stay calm, I'll be right back."

With that he left the boy, running over to the car. Seeing that there were people trapped in there. "Damn it." Derek got out, he breathed heavily, trying to think of what he can do. Suddenly, a girl with blonde hair banged against the car window, seemingly crying in fear, shock or pain. He wasn't sure. "Please get me out." She mouthed, trying desperately to get his attention. Derek looked around, he needed something strong, to shatter the window in order to get the girl out. Then he saw a piece of metal lying around on the road.

"That could work." He murmured as he grabbed it and went over to the car. The girl watched him with big eyes. If he wanted to do something, whatever this would be he needed it to be doing fast. He had to be as quickly as possible.

Then Derek told her with a loud and clear voice: "I am going to break the window which means there will be glass shattered. Now I need you to turn away from the window and close your eyes, also cover them with your hands. Got it?" He waited for the girl's reply.

"Yeah …" She said, leaning away from the window and protecting her eyes.

"Good. On my count." Derek took a deep breath, feeling slightly light-headed but blamed it on the emotional side of all of this and disregarded it as not important. But it was, he just didn't know it yet. Also, he's too stubborn to notice that he's injured too. He just ignored it until it can't be ignored anymore ... But now he had other, more pressing things to focus on such as getting that girl out of the car.

"One, two, three and …" That's the point where he broke the window.

Glass shattered over her and the seats, luckily she had covered her eyes.

Then he started freeing the girl. "I got you, everything's going to be just fine." He said reassuringly as he laid her down on the ground, a few meters away from the car. At first, he secured her vital functions, then he did a quick neuro exam and checked for further injuries.

"Please don't let me die." She whispered, using her last strength to say these words.

"I don't let people die." Derek assured a young woman as he attends to help her although he wasn't sure what he can do if they needed surgery which isn't really possible in the situation they were in, he had no OR nor had he the resources needed. She seemed really scared which is completely normal after your car was sent flipping three times. She had blood on her forehead. "I'm Derek, I'm a surgeon. What's your name?" He asked.

The girl closed her eyes for a second before she answered that question.

"Alana." She finally answered.

"Good, your going to be okay." He assured her, trying to keep her positive. "That'd be nice." She smiled at him before he continued his primary survey on her. "How's it looking?" She asked strained, as Derek told her he was going to gently palpate her abdomen to check for possible internal bleeding. But then his breath caught when he saw that there was a large piece of something embedded in her abdomen.

"Everything's fine, don't worry." Derek said, his voice shaking a bit. They were down some rural road with now damn access for medical help nor the resources. He knew he had to freaking improvise something. He examined the abdominal wound but didn't extract the piece 'cause it could cause more serious injuries and he wanted to avoid that.

"Oh, my ..." He mumbled as he reached for his (luckily well-packed) first aid kit and searched for sterile gauze swabs to d

But before he got a chance to examine her further, he heard a small voice calling for help.

"Help." It seemed like it was another child, at the age of five or maybe six.

The girl heard it too.

"That's my little sister." She croaked, panic sounded in her voice. Derek was hovering over the injured girl and started doing a primary survey. "Are you feeling pain?" He asked. She shook her head. Derek knew adrenaline was a pretty powerful drug and knows that when it wears off, they'll see the full extent of the injuries.

Derek slowly stood up, looking for the little girl that had called for help.

She was walking around, probably had been able to free herself. He kneeled down in front of her went he saw her. She looked scared, tried to hide. But finally she seemed to trust him and when Derek told her to come with her, he needed to get her away from the wreckage, she reached for his hand.

She looked at him with big eyes, wide with fear and shock.

"Come." Derek smiled at her. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Winnie."

"It's all going to be okay ..."

"You don't know that." She answered and looked over to her sister.

Then Derek heard the other girl scream for him, causing him to look up and looking over to her. The little girl on his hand was frozen when she heard this. Of course this was dramatic for a little girl.

"Derek. I can't ... I can't feel my legs anymore." Panic sounded in her voice as she felt her legs going numb, losing sensation.

She guessed that this couldn't mean anything good so she called for Derek who seemed to be the only one knowing what to do. Now the girl was becoming nearly hysteric.

When Derek heard that, he immediately switched into neurosurgeon-mode and thought of everything what might have happened. "Don't move." Derek called back, knowing he had to go back and immediately immobilize the spine before doing anything else, before it was too late. "Don't move, I'll be right back." He looked around, for something with that he could improvise a neck splint.

Oh, crap. Spinal injury.

Irony could be really horrible. If he had an OR and proper medical equipment and resources this wouldn't be a problem ...

But here's the thing, he had no operating room nor a CT to confirm the diagnosis ...

Derek, the little girl still held onto his hand, hurried back to where he left the older girl. Also, Nicky, the boy had made his way over to them. But it seemed like there was something wrong with his ankle. Maybe it was broken or something.

It was hot, the sun was shining. They needed water. Derek had the slightest "Don't move so fast." The little girl told him with a small voice.

"Where are we going?"

Derek glanced at her face. She didn't seem injured but as soon as he manages the spinal injury - situation he'll carry out a primary survey on the little girl, just to be sure that he wasn't missing something that could be fatal. But first he had to help sort this spinal thing out before continuing anything. The boy, who had seen that Derek held the girl o his hand, walked over and started looking after her.

"I can take her." He said. "I heard Jolie ... that she can't feel her legs - is that bad?" He asked, didn't really want to know the answer to that.

"Will it be permanent?" Nicky continued, embracing his little sister while he talked to Derek. "I ... I can't say anything before I haven't looked on the scans. There is no way of foreseeing if this damage will be permanent or if I'm able to decompress / treat whatever it causing this." He explained. Nicky sighed, glancing over to her.

"She just always took care of us, we need her to be okay. Can you do it here?"

Derek looked at him blankly.

"No. I need an OR for that. But what I can do is applying a neck splint to prevent movement that could cause further damage and it also would provide support between skull and shoulder bones and that's what I am going to do now. I just don't have an idea how ..." Derek trailed off, seeing something useful.

After he stabilized the girl's spine he moved onto the little girl to get her checked out.

But she seemed fine, he concluded, besides a small laceration on her arm. "You're good." Derek smiled warmly at the little girl, seeing that she was terrified by the events that happened only minutes before.

"What about our parents ..." The boy asked, scared of the answer. He had seen Derek checking the pulse and doing CPR but he didn't want to believe it. "I'm sorry. I did ..." Derek sighed. He hated this part of the job. "I did everything I could but their injuries were too severe. In a good equipped hospital, we could have saved them but here ..."

He looked around and resignedly shook his head.

The boy stared at him in shock, then he stammered, shaken up: "I need to be with my sisters." "You should watch her vitals. If there's anything abnormal, call me."

Derek looked at him, walking away. Suddenly, he felt the need to sit down, his legs just wouldn't carry him anymore. So he sat down, leaning against the cold hard metal and closed his eyes. He didn't know for how long he's been sitting there, doing nothing.

"I actually felt the plane." Dr. Webber boasted, telling his story of how he witnessed a plane crashing, even if it was just a small plane. He, Maggie Pierce, April Kepner and Jo Wilson were there, in a viewing room as he tells his story.

"I felt that plane before I saw it. Even small planes have that engine power you know the kind of that vibrates in your chest?" Dr. Webber gestured to his chest and the doctors around him were intensely listening to him telling his story. "Did you see that something was wrong?" Maggie asked him, wanting to know the details … "As soon as I looked up I immediately knew the descent was in trouble. The drag, that rusty angle before it went down. "I just couldn't believe it." He said.

April watched him, turning around, away from the computer she had just worked on.

"How close have you been again?" She asked interest.

That's when Dr. Webber hurried to go after saying: "Uh, you know … I should … There are some patients in the pit I need to check on, that everything's running smoothly." Jo Wilson looked up when she heard him stammering. Then he left quickly and Alex Karev entered the viewing room. "I thought Torres was down here." "No, she is currently working in OR 6." April answered his question. "Hey, aren't you working with Arizona today? Is she doing okay?" Alex didn't really know what to answer. "Well, she keeps yelling at me and telling me to mind my own crap so I guess she's normal." Alex answered, looking at the images.

"Does anyone know how Mer's doing?" Alex then asked concerned. Jo shook her head in reply as did April. Just Maggie looked confused when she heard them talking. "They had a bad experience on a plane a while ago." April Kepner finally explained when she noticed that no one attempted to say something.

"Oh, yeah, I get that." Maggie replied.

"I hate flying." When the cardiac surgeon said that, Jo looked at her interested. She knew about the plane crash, not the gory details but she knew what happened, mostly through Alex who had told her when they got together. "My flight from Boston was the worst. There was some technical problem with the plane …" She emphasized that.

"And so they left us on the tarmac for four hours. They wouldn't let anyone off their seats or using the bathroom and they weren't serving water … and it was so hot, it smelled like boiled feet and then after four hours, they just cancelled the flight. They literally just kicked us off." Maggie told her story, and from the others faces, they think she's overdramatizing.

Well, in comparison to what happened to Mer and Arizona and Derek and the others, it was.

April shared a look with Alex. "There was no apology or anything …" Suddenly, she stopped, noticing that everything was staring at her awkwardly. Jo looked away. "What?" She asked then. "You tell her." Alex said to April. April sighed. "Okay, uh …" April stammered, turning to face Maggie. "Here we go." Maggie stared at her confusion. This just gets weirder and weirder.

Maggie sat there, shocked after they told her.

"Meredith's sister?" She got out in shock. She certainly hadn't expected that they have been in a plane that crashed and that Meredith lost her sister then. "Yeah." Alex confirmed, just a simple yeah. "And that's how Arizona lost her leg. I never wanted to ask …" She concluded, still feeling overwhelmed by all the facts. "Callie had to amputate." April interjected. Alex looked at her for a moment, feeling the urge to say something. "She would have died if her leg hadn't come off. It would have killed her." Alex explained.

"Oh my god." Maggie repeated, shocked. Nervously. She scratched her neck, then looked away awkwardly.

"Oh my god." She repeated for another time.

Then her pager beeped, interrupting the moment. One time, and then a second time.

She looked at her phone and then she quickly left the room. Then, as she entered the operating room, shesaw that Bailey had opened the patient's chest via sternotomy. "I'm opening the pericardium." She said as the monitor started beeping frantically. "Suction." There was just so much blood and Maggie quickly joined them to help them with their patient.

"They were able to trace his car, his and another one but they only found two cars without the passengers … One flipped over and completely destroyed and the other one crashed against a rock. But they didn't find the people." Meredith answered, her voice nearly breaking. At first, Amelia#s brain didn't quite realize what Meredith had said about Derek and his car and that the police have traced it ...

Amelia just stared at her in pure shock, she needed time to process, to let the news sink it.

Meredith turned around and grimaced faintly before going her way. Amelia glanced at her worried. Even though she had told Meredith to back the hell off she still wanted to make sure Meredith was okay.

"Don't feel so well. Like said before, Derek's gone missing. And I …" Meredith didn't end the sentence, instead she paled and ran for the bathroom.

"Meredith?" Amelia followed her. She was worried about her brother too. Meredith suddenly felt the need to throw up. She couldn't take it anymore, she felt bile rising up her throat and made a dash for the bathroom just in time. She began throwing up, Amelia appeared in the doorway. Without being asked, she entered the room and held Meredith's hair back.

All her strong and overwhelming emotions were taking its toll on her. "Are you okay?" Amelia asked as Meredith stood up, she flushed the toilet before walking over to sink to wash her face and rinse her mouth.

"Yeah, fine. Probably just the stress and all, you know with Derek missing." Meredith avoided Amelia's question. Amelia looked away, remembering what she said about her not knowing what it's like to lose the love of her life. She could tell that she was thinking this, that she has lost Derek. But right now, in this moment, she thinks, she's been wrong.

If the police haven't found him, just his car, how are the odds of him still being alive? She had no idea.

"Can we go back to the hospital?" Meredith asked, nervously. She didn't want to be here. Not without Derek, at least. She wanted Derek. "Can we go back to the hospital? I can't be here, sitting and waiting for a miracle that's probably not going to happen."

Meredith wasn't very optimistic about this whole thing. I just feel like I am losing you again. I just got you back and ...

She had been right about it. She shouldn't have let him leave.

Her feeling had been right.

Amelia sighed. She glanced at Meredith's pale complexion. She knew Meredith probably didn't want to hear it (which wa sunderstandable but still) but Amelia said it anyway, showing concern for her. "Maybe you should get checked out, Meredith." She suggested then, worry evident in her voice. Not only for Derek but also for her. But Meredith only shook her head in reply.

She was being ridiculous, she wasn't sick, she was just fine.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine ... just fine. There's no need for me to get checked out, not with Derek being MIA."

Amelia just huffed in reply and cut her off in a sharp but caring voice: "You've been throwing up. Still wanting to tell me you're fine even if you're not? 'cause that is definitely not normal. You really want me to believe that you're fine?" She paused. "Well, I don't."

Meredith never even replied. She just looked away, having flashbacks to her and Derek talking about how it had been gone with the sleeping when on side's of the bed is empty ...

Meredith and Derek were lying in bed, face to face, snuggled into the cushions. "So tell me how you've been while I was in D.C." Derek asked her. Meredith recalled the loneliness that came along with Derek being in D.C., the sleeping alone. That was hard.

"I would face-time Cristina, just prop her up where your head is now and sometimes she was in surgery and I just would watch her operate until I drifted off." Meredith told him. "I brought the kids to the bed for a while so we could all sleep together, I printed a tumor and I slept with that for a little bit." She knew it sounded a bit odd and maybe funny but Derek just chuckled in reply. She did too. They both did.

It was good, just them together ... lying in their bed, laughing and just being together.

"It's just weird the pillow has been empty for such a long time …" She said, looking back to her days without McDreamy.

"I know I know." Derek answered.

"But not anymore." On both Meredith's and his face a smile, a real, smile appeared. "I know, I just wish you didn't have to go back at all. I wish you could just stay right here, right now." "That's my last trip and then I'll be back for good. I promise." Derek ended, he was looking at his gorgeous wife. "I know." Meredith replied. "But that doesn't keep me from wishing that you could just stay here and not need to go back …"

After a few seconds, Derek said: "I missed you, you know. I missed us." He confessed in quiet voice.

"I have too." Meredith glanced at him.

She smiled and he just kissed her. They were both glad that Derek was coming home and that their lives could went back to normalcy after he resigns. But first he has to get to Washington D.C. to attend to that meeting before he was actually free ... But not right now, now he was here with Meredith and there was no place where he'd rather be right now besides with his family.

"I just hope you don't expect me to believe that. 'cause it's kinda obvious you're not okay. Derek's missing and you tell me you're okay? You are not fine I can tell that by the look on your face. So don't you dare telling me you're fine." Amelia finished her lecture. "I am just concerned."

Meredith took a deep breath before turning to Amelia. Then she continued, now with a very slight hint of annoyance: "I'm fine, really, it's probably just the stress. However, Derek's the one who's gone MIA. You should worry about your brother and not his wife who you've been telling to back off." Meredith knew that that were the wrong words to say, Amelia just wanted to help but the words just escaped before she had the chance to react.

"Meredith, I …" Amelia started, taken by surprise. She hadn't thought that her sister in law would bring that up now.

"I'm … I'm sorry for saying that, I know you just want to help and all and I appreciate it but could we please just go back the hospital?!" Meredith said, she wanted to get away from this place, her memories of her and Derek's life were haunting here. They were all over the house. Amelia frowned. "I could call in for the both of us, I don't think they will mind, I know they know about Derek and that he's missing? I guess, they would give us time off." "I'm on the board, I can take time off if I have a reasonable reason. I can, but I don't want to." Meredith stared at Amelia, winning in the down-staring contest.

"Fine, we're going." Amelia said, resigned. She couldn't help but think the worst is yet to come. Meredith just went to the front door, grabbing a coat and was about to grab her keys and storm off to her car when Amelia called out In fear, stopping her. That was causing Meredith to jerk around and in response the keys she had in her hand clattered to the ground. She tried to grab them but Amelia insisted that she should give her the keys and she's supposed to let her drive.

"Fine, but I drive the car." Amelia's voice shook but she stayed hard.

"What no, I'm, driving." Meredith objected.

"I'm totally capable of …" The neurosurgeon nodded. "I know but right now you're scared out of your mind and no sane person would let you drive in that state. Derek would kill me if I let you drive in the state you are in." Meredith did budge in the end, she knew Amelia was right. "Mer, I know that you are scared, I am too … but you gotta pull yourself together." Meredith attempted to protest but instead she suddenly lost balance and stumbled against the wall, with Amelia eyeing her suspiciously.

"Okay, really now? Meredith, first the throwing up and now the loss of balance? D0 you really think that you're okay? I mean are you?" She asked with genuine concern evident in her voice. "'cause honestly, you don't look all too good, you look sick if I'm being honest. Not in a 'I don't know where he is' – kind of way."

Meredith steadied herself, shooting Amelia a glare and then replied with: "How would you feel and look like if your husband's maybe dead or gravely injured? I've almost lost him more times than I can count Amelia, what if I lose him for real this time? As in him being dead, never coming back to life. Wouldn't that freak you out too? You would understand wouldn't you, you said it yourself." Meredith sounded terrified, scared and shaken.

Their worst nightmare has become harsh reality.

"Yeah, I would And I have." She said after a quick pause, reminding herself why they were in the hallway discussing who drives the car.

Derek is why.

Derek's always the reason when it comes to that.

He always is.

"I'll drive." Meredith followed her sister in law with no resistance.

In the hospital: "What are you doing here?" Dr. Bailey asked, eyeing Meredith suspicously. Both of them knew that she had no business being here. "She's freaking out." Amelia stated. "I mean we both are but ..." She didn't end the sentence.

Before she knew what she was doing, she ended up starting to cry.

She didn't want to but she had no control over things.

"Doc, you need to come, here's something wrong." The boy called out, worriedly as the girl seemed to experience a bit of difficulty to breathe. Derek listened to her breathing. Dyspnea. Weak pulse. Cold extremeties due to hypotension. He wasn't 100% sure but he thought it could be a cardiac tamponade.

The girl never even react, she was close to losing consciousness completely. After he had ripped her shirt apart, exposing her chest and gasped loudly when he saw the girl's chest. After he ripped open her shirt, it was revealed there's something really wrong with his chest. It was bruised, heavily bruised.

"Oh, my god." Derek called out in shock and fear. For a moment, he closed his eyes before he got back to doctor mode. He needed to relieve the pressure before she goes into cardiac arrest. Immediately, his mind went back to the plane crash. Mark, his brother, looked the same way when he was throwing a cardiac tamponade. "Damn, I have to do a pericardiocentesis to drain the pericardial sac to relieve the pressure., I think her pericardium is about to burst." He cursed loudly.

"I have to relieve the pressure before she goes into cardiac arrest. I need to ... okay, that#s going to work." He said to himself. Derek finds a tube in bottle from the suitcase.

"You have to do what?" The boy asked, scared, his eyes went wide as he heard the word percardiocentesis and cardiac arrest, knowing this couldn't mean anything good. "Just don't let her watch. It's going to be a painful and brutal procedure to watch. Don't let her watch this." Derek warned.

He motioned to the little girl, looking, watching, she seemed to be lost in thoughts.

He disinfected it with a spray. Then he took out a scapel but before he could make the first cut he was interrupted by someone calling out: "What are you doing?" "Trying to save her life. Emergency subxiphoid percutaneous drainage. I need to ..." Derek answered, not caring about the shocked appearance of the boy.

"Okay Derek, you can do this. Just don't puncture the heart ..."

This time, it wasn't Meredith who was doing this, it was him. And he was the only one able to.

He needed to focus on his patient. Then he inserted the needle. He had to go in blind, without the help of an ultrasound. That's when the girl groaned in pain as she felt the *needle* entering her chest, Derek is inserting the *needle* at an angle of 30-45° to the skin, near the left xiphocostal angle, aiming towards the left shoulder. He approached it subxiphoid extrapleural; hence, it is the safest for blind pericardiocentesis.

Then there was blood spluttering out of the other end of the tube. "Ah, we got it. Everything's going to be fine."

"Hey you." Derek got up as fast as he was able to. But the boy didn't hear him. He would have to be in shock or something, otherwise he wouldn't be doing this. He would see that this car would explode in the next few seconds.

Then the car exploded as Derek and the boy he helping were trying to get away … Then everything happened in slow motion. Derek's eyes went wide with fear as he realized what was happening. "Come we have to get away before this thing blows." Derek called out, trying not to panic. This was turning into a disaster, this was turning into a total disaster.

This wasn't how he had it planned out.

He wanted to be with Meredith, he had promised her he would be back and he wasn't thinking about breaking that promise.

"Move." He said to the boy, who had trouble keeping up his pace. But they had no time. Any time this car could blow up. But the blast was faster than the both of them. The blast was much faster before Derek could react or do anything at all.

If he had been alone, he could have made it but here, in this situation he didn't stand a single chance. And he didn't want to leave the boy alone ...

He was helpless when the blast hit them full force.

He felt the heat of the flames as the car blows. Then he went down on the asphalt, hitting his head in the process. Pain was ripping through him, Derek tried to open his eyes. Feeling the need to see where he was and how he can escape from this situation. He couldn't say if it was his chest or head or any other body part. He smelled the fire and smoke. It caused him to cough suppressed.

He knew he needed to get away from here. Suddenly, he felt the boy hovering above him. He felt his presence, then a soft nudge on his shoulder coming from the by. "Doc." He asked, fearing that he could be unconscious or semi-unconscious. Slowly, he sat up, trying to get his orientation back. He squinted to see through the smoke, wanting to see how far it was to his car. Derek knew he needed to get away from here if he wanted to get out of this alive. And he needed to get out of this alive. For Meredith, for his kids. He and her just talked about getting pregnant again.

He needs to stay alive for Meredith.

He didn't know how he and the boy made it to the others, he had no idea.

"You have to go for help. We're going to die out here." The girl screamed out with a hoarse voice, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took, nearly hysteric. She already suffered from a pericardial tamponade that Derek successfully drained and probably more injuries under the surface.

Derek assumed that she had some broken ribs. "We're … we're going to die out here without help." Derek knew she was right, although he was the one who has to stay optimistic in this situation.

"But this road, it can take days for another car to come … This road is like the end of the world. You need to call for help." The girl started begging now. Derek slowly stood up as a wave of dizziness swept over him and he tried to compose himself. He couldn't afford to collapse now, now wasn't the time. "You ..." Derek's lungs rattled when he spoke. "You need to lay still and not move."

"But we're going to die out here." The girl objected. "Nobody's going to die." Derek insisted, he was keeping the faith. Although he knew he was losing strength. "Wha ... What about your phone, doesn't you have a phone?"

"Yeah, but there's no ... it's not charged."

Then, after a while, he was giving in. "I'll go. See if I can get help."

"But you need to hurry."

"Don't you think I know that?" Derek closed his eyes for a second as he felt another wave of dizziness hitting him. It's been getting worse. He knew this wasn't a very thoughtful decision but it isn't just him here. There are three other people relying on him.

Then he made his way to get help. "If they come, can you inform them that I went for help and if they don't find, they should send Search and Rescue." Derek turned around, walking.

Five Hours Later: Then the rescuers came, with screeching brakes and blinking lights. They saw two cars. But there were no persons that were injured or any persons at all. One of the paramedics turned to his colleague: "Am I the only one that isn't seeing any patients, dead or alive or is it just me?" His colleague shrugged.

"Let's see what we have." They looked around, not looking very optimistic.

They just saw the two cars, one that was crashed against some rocks, probably it came off roads and then hit the rocks while the other car was lying there, face down or better was completely destroyed. "Paramedics here." His older colleague shouted as he put one of the rescue bags on his back and motioned his younger colleague to follow him.

They saw a boy with a head wound staggering around. Immediately, they were alarmed.

"There, we have found 'em." Someone called out, the boy looked up. Squinted his eyes to see details. His vision went blurry.