"Look out!" Melissa screamed.

Jason tried to stop the car in time, but he wasn't quick enough, and his car rear- ended the car in front of him.

From there, everything seemed to go in slow motion.

Zeke's body flew forwards from the impact, than thrust backwards, and into the back of his seat.

Jason, who was sitting in the passenger's side, thrust forward, then flew back like Zeke had.

The front airbags had gone off.

Then Kyle, who didn't have his seatbelt on flew into the seat back.

Melissa, whose legs were on the seatback, went forwards with force. Her right leg, bent and was okay, but her left leg took the force of both legs, and she thought that she had heard a loud crack!, and her knee felt numb.

Things then went back into normal speed.

"Is everyone okay?" Jason asked.

"I'm good," Jason replied, and then turned to his son. "What about you Kyle?" he asked.

Kyle was silent, and cradling his right arm, which was covered in glass, and blood was flowing freely from.

Melissa shivered, looking at Kyle's arm. The boy who she had been crushing on for almost as long as she could remember, she now wanted to turn away from, because his blood was making her nauseous.

"I'll call an ambulance," Jason told them, his breaths quick and frantic.

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived. They finally came to their car, and opened the door.

Melissa looked out to see a red porche on it's side, and two figures of bodies on stretchers, and more flashing lights than her eyes could handle.

That was the last thing that Melissa remembered, before everything faded to black.

Melissa's head felt heavy and she felt dizzy, like you feel when you close your eyes and let the world move around you. Her body felt like it was sinking into the mushy bed, and her leg felt elevated.

She tried to open her eyes, but doing so just seemed to hard, so she opened her ears instead.

"Her parents are dying; she deserves to know!" a loud woman' voice pierced through to her vain.

"But Troy and Gabi don't want her to meet them until she's at least eighteen!" a man's voice said, calming to sharpness of the of the woman's voice.

"But they're DYING!" the woman's voice, whom Melissa had identified as her mother's pointed out.

"It's what they wanted, though!" the voice whom she had identified at her father's shot back.

"Jason, Troy and Gabi would want to meet Melissa before they die!"

"We don't know that! Troy is expected to recover!"

"And Gabi? What about her?"

Then, it occurred to Zeke, that they didn't know if Gabi was going to be okay or not.

And with that, Melissa's ears couldn't keep open any longer, and her entire body shut down once again.

"Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep!" Melissa could hear a monitor beep. It took her a minute to realize that she was the one who the monitor was for, and that she was hooked up to an oxygen tank.

She slowly and carefully opened her eyes, expecting to be blinded by harsh lights, but they were not. Instead the lights were off, and the only apparent light was coming from hospital equipment.

"You're awake," someone said from the doorway.

"Uuuuh?" Melissa asked, almost moaning.

"Your parents will be happy to hear that,"

"My pharents! Wherth my Mommy and Daddy?" Melissa slurred, the drugs obviously still incharge of her system. And even if she was drugged, since when did she call them 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' and use improper grammar? Yeah, Melissa was that scared.

"They're at your home, honey. They didn't know when you'd wake up, so they left for the night. They should be back in the morning,"

"Wherth mm I?" Melissa asked, now thoroughly confused.

"You're at the hospital,"

"Who arth yoo?"

"I'm Linda, one of the night nurses," the person, now identified as Linda replied.

Now feeling slightly better, now that she was waking up, Melissa spoke again.

"What happthened?"

"You were in a car accident,"

"Did any ofer people get hurted?"

Linda took a deep breath. She didn't want to the 'bearer of bad news', but the child needed to know. "Unfortunately, yes," she paused. "Troy Bolton, has suffered from some minor injuries, as well as a concussion. His wounds are relatively minor compared to those of Gabriella Montez's; she, unfortunately is in, what we believe to be a coma…"

"Arth they here?" Melissa asked.

And even heavily drugged, and woozy, Melissa was devising a plan.

"Yes," Linda told her.

"Can I seeth them?" Melissa asked.

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