A/N - So sorry I took longer than expected but here ya go

Starkid is not mine.. unfortunately

CHAPTER 3 – "Pain is my friend."

JPOV

The force of the truck caused us to be slammed into a wall, a few feet from the initial hit. I knew I hadn't suffered any major injuries; the car was only damaged on the hood and Lauren's side. I was more worried about everyone else. I unbuckled myself and pushed the airbag away, turning in my seat to see the back. Thank dead god it hadn't been hit too bad. The guys must have been unconscious because slowly one by one they were waking up.

"What the?" asked Nick who was looking at his bleeding arm. A piece of glass from the window had scratched him.

"OHMYWIZARDGOD! What the heck just happened?" Half screamed Joey who was looking at Nicks arm and the shattered windows around him.

"Aw shit." Brolden said looking at blood from his hand when he touched his head. It seemed his head hit the window.

"Rosenthal wake up." Dylan shoved at Brian whose eyes were still closed.

"Wha – what?" everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone one was fine; Darren was just happy to be alive.

"Is Lauren OK?" He asked. Shit.

I looked away from him and at Lauren, her head lolled to the left side. She hadn't moved at all but I could tell she was breathing. I looked at her closely trying to analyze the damage without touching her. Her legs were trapped under the dashboard but they didn't look crushed. However the rest of her body didn't look so unscathed. Her right side took most of the injuries. She had a gash from her hairline to her ear and a split lip. Her arm looked painful at the odd angle she was at and when I looked down I could faintly see a dark liquid dripping on her dress. Blood. I hissed as I found its source. A small but thick piece of shrapnel was pinning her to her seat and I could tell it was keeping her from slumping down.

I looked back at her face and saw her that she was awake. Thank dead God.

"Lauren, don't move." I ordered.

She tried to say something but I couldn't understand her, that's when I saw her jaw move in an odd way. It was out of place. She let out a painful scream that tore through my body in an agonizing way. Tears started to escape her eyes and the guys started calling for help. The sirens were too loud, drowning us out, so how do we get out?

LPOV

I cracked my eyes open and winced.

All I could see was darkness; I could only hear the sounds of sirens. But that's not what woke me up. The pain was immense, shooting through me like a bow and arrow.

What's happened? I thought to myself. That's when I remembered. I was talking to Joe when a truck spun out of control and hit us.

I was pulled out of my painful thoughts when I heard a hiss. I slowly looked over to the driver's side and saw Joe looking at me with a hard expression on his face.

"Lauren, don't move." He ordered.

"I'm OK Joe." Was what I tried to say but it came out garbled and I screamed in pain as my jaw felt like it was burning. It must be broken. Joe blinked a few times, before shouting for help. I feel like shit.

JPOV

"Somebody help!"

"We need help in here!"

"We have a casualty!"

"WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG?" We all yelled.

"Hold on, sir." Said a calm voice. "We just need to get the other car out of the way so they can get to you."

I relaxed slightly and grabbed Lauren's good hand. She whimpered and a few more tears leaked out.

"It's going to be OK Lo, we're gonna get out. Just stay with us. Stay with me. Don't close your eyes. Stay awake." I whispered to her, rubbing circles on her hand.

We could hear the sound of metal being ripped and assumed they were getting rid of the truck. Once the had towed it away, lights flooded in, blinding us for a short while. Lauren's body was thrown into high definition under the glare of the outside car lights, she looked scarily pale. Please hurry, I silently begged.

"Okay, sir. We're going to get you out now." Said an officer. " Is there anyone who needs immediate attention?" He asked.

"Y – Yes." I said louder. "Our friend Lauren. She's suffered the most injuries and she's pinned to the chair by a piece of shrapnel." I told him.

I saw him talk to some guys and the next thing I knew, Lauren's door was ripped away and the medics were cutting away the part of the seat she was pinned to, keeping pressure on the wound.

They got the rest of us out after she was secured into a gurney and carted off into an ambulance. I was looked over and was deemed fine, but the Brian's had needed to go to the hospital; Brolden for stitches and Rosenthal for a broken arm. Dylan, Joey, Nick, Darren and I got a ride to the hospital from a police officer who wanted all the details on the accident, but not before I rescued the Pillow Pet from the undamaged trunk.

Once we arrived we ran straight to the front desk in search of Lauren.

"She's in surgery now, sir. You're welcome to wait." She said in an annoyingly calm voice.

We all went to the waiting area and the guys asked me what had happened, seeing as they were drifting to sleep at the time.

"Well we were on our way home and Lauren woke up. We were at a stop light and it turned green so we went and some asshole ran a red light and crashed into us. The ironic thing was I asked her how she was feeling and she was about to say she felt like she'd been hit by a truck." I laughed humorlessly.

"Let's go check on the Brian's, shall we?" Asked Nick, trying to change the subject. Joey was still shaken up but nodded his head.

"Not even been a day in California and already something bad has happened." He commented sullenly.

We walked to where Rosenthal and Brolden were being held, and knocked on the door.

"How's Lauren?" They asked simultaneously.

"In surgery as we speak." Said Darren. I sat down by the window and closed my eyes, praying to wizard God that Lauren was going to be ok.