Sorry it took so long. I was sooo busy, you have no idea. Here's Chapter two.

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Whispers In The Dark

You'll never be alone
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear my whispers in the dark
No
You'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear my whispers in the dark

Skillet-Whispers In The Dark

Derek's gaze instantly fell to Casey sitting in the passenger seat. It was hard to see her, since it was so dark, but what he could see were dark splatters on her shirt, and a dark spot on her head. He tried to turn towards her, but it hurt to move. Nothing felt broken though, so he figured it was just cuts and bruises and continued moving, despite the pain. Even as close as he was, he couldn't see her very well. Then, it hit him. My cell phone!

As quick as he could, he pulled it out, and let the dim light shine on Casey. The sight of Casey was almost unbearable. Her clothes were streaked with blood, and the cut on her forehead was still running with fresh blood. Her head lulled to the side, and she didn't look like she was breathing.

Derek's side was less damaged then hers, so he was able to turn his entire body towards her. He gently put his hands on her shoulders and tried to wake her. "Cas-" he tried, but his throat felt dry and dusty. "Casey? Come on Case, Wake up. Please." He bought his phone close and dialed 911. "911 emergency response," the woman on the other end said.

He calmed his voice as much as he could and started. "I need an ambulance. We were in an accident on the 85."

"Who's in the car with you?" the woman said.

"My gir- step-sister. I don't think she's breathing. I don- I don't know what to do." He said, starting to lose it.

"We've already sent someone out to the scene. Stay on the line until they get the-" Derek left them on the line, and placed it on the seat. He couldn't deal with it right now. As long as someone was coming, that's all that mattered. He placed Casey's hand in his and softly ran his hands over her hair, trying again to wake her. "Case? Please wake up. Please, please, wake up." Derek could feel the tears starting to form in his eyes. How could this happen?

It seemed like hours before the ambulance came. They tried to get him out first, but he wouldn't go. "No, get her out first." They pried Casey's door open and felt for a pulse. "It's there," the EMT said, "but it's weak. We have to get her to the hospital." Derek breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she was alive, but knew that it wasn't over.

Now that he wasn't as worried about her, he could feel the pain of his injuries from the crash. His arm and ankle felt like they were broken, but he could still slightly move them, so he knew they were fine, but they still hurt.

They helped him out of the car and put him on a stretcher. He wished he could've seen Casey before they took her, but he knew they had to get her there soon. The ride to the hospital was bumpy and painful, since he was laying on his back, witch is where most of the cuts had been. As they were driving, a million things went through his head. What if the something happened to the ambulance? How am I gonna tell dad and Nora? What about- wait. How would he tell them? "Can I call my parents?"

The EMT shook his head. "Not right now. You'll have to wait until we get to the hospital."

When they reached the hospital, Derek went to step out, but as soon as he put pressure on his foot, it gave way. It didn't hurt, it was just uncomfortable. One of the paramedics ran inside and came back with a wheelchair, motioning for Derek to sit down. He really didn't want to be taken into the ER in a wheelchair, but he certainly didn't want to walk on his foot, so he gave in and sat down. The paramedic handed him off to a young nurse and they went on their way.

She wheeled him down the many hallways and corridors, to his room. As they passed the operating room, Derek asked her to stop. She did, and Derek stood up, looking into the room. In the small, crowded room, were four doctors, a nurse, and Casey. His heart wretched as he looked at her, lying on the table, doctors scrambling all around her. He placed his hand on the glass and softly whispered her name.

"Oh, Casey." he said, tears stinging his eyes again, threatening to fall. Not now, he thought, holding them back as he had before, crying isn't going to help Casey. He sat back down into the chair and put his head in his hands. The nurse continued pushing him to his room, softly speaking words of comfort. "Don't worry," she said in a calming voice, "it'll be okay. She'll be fine. She's in good hands."

They finally reached his room and the nurse put a hand on his shoulder once more. "The doctor will be in shortly." she walked out of the room and shut the door. About ten minutes later, the doctor had come, asked his questions and concluded that he had a sprained wrist and a twisted ankle. He instructed him no hockey for at least a week, to give him plenty of time to rest, and no heavy lifting. Derek thought it would've been a lot worse, but he wasn't about to complain. He went into the waiting room and dialed their parents. He quickly explained what had happened. "…So I need you and my dad to come down here."

"Is Casey okay?" Nora asked franticly.

"I'm… I'm not sure. They haven't said anything."

"Okay, we'll be down there in a little bit." With that, Nora hung up, leaving Derek to worry alone. All he could do was pace and think about her. Twenty minutes later, when their parents got there, he was still pacing. He didn't stop until an hour later, when Marti was tired and asked if he would hold her. Even though she was almost eight, she loved being held by her big brother. It made her feel safe, like nothing would hurt her. And he loved holding her. Second only to Casey, there was no one he loved more in the world.

He looked around the room at his family. Nora had fallen asleep on George's shoulder, his head resting on hers. Edwin was sleeping on the floor, with Lizzie sleeping on his lap, and his arm on her back. Derek was just starting to close his eyes when he heard the door open. He saw the doctor walking toward them, so he picked up Marti and set her down next to Edwin. He stood up and woke up his parents, then turned back to the doctor. "How is she? How's Casey?"

The next three words that he heard were the worst that had ever been put together. The doctor responded with one short sentence. "I'm very sorry..."

Poor, poor Derek. If you watched the video on my page, you'd know what happens next.

Like I said, I don't live in Canada, so I don't know the procedures of hospitals, or anything.

The next update might mot come for awhile, since I still have to write it, (this one was finished in a notebook,) But I will Update ASAP. R&R Plz. (If you have a youtube channel, review on there. The link is on my page.)