Shane was the first to wake, but he didn't see the familiar roof he saw when he went to bed. He sat up but winced in pain; he clutched his side and peered around the room.
"A hospital?" He asked himself hoarsely. He pushed off the blankets and felt searing pain in his pelvis. He looked down and groaned. "Oh great, a hospital dress, someone's privacy was violated in this charade." He looked around and saw a wheelchair at his side. He grinned wickedly and slowly levered himself into it. He was about to go when he felt a tug on his arm. A drip. He unlatched the bag and sat it beside him as he wheeled off.
He was about to wheel out of the room when a nurse walked in.
"Oh, you're awake!" She exclaimed, as though it was a miracle he was awake.
"So I presume. Where's Nate? And Jason?" She looked down at her folder and scanned down.
"I can't believe you're conscious, you had a terrible concussion, severe rib fractures and a broken pelvis…"
"Yeah, wait; how come I'm in a hospital?"
"You were in an accident; the bus they found you in had totaled."
"Big accident. Wow. Where are Nate and Jason?" She frowned and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Nate was in pretty bad shape, and…"
"And?" Shane eyes suddenly widened and he shrugged her hand off his shoulder. "He's not dead is he?"
"Well, to tell you the truth; we're not sure. He wasn't on the bus." Shane looked down and frowned.
"Can I see Nate?" She nodded and Shane started wheeling off, a sudden jolt of pain in his ribs stopped him short.
"Here, let me." She walked around and pushed Shane's wheelchair down the corridor to Nate's room. He was lying so peacefully in his bed, there was a drip in his arm and the other had a cast, his face was in a pretty bad shape and he was hooked up to a heart monitor. She wheeled him over to the bed and Shane took his un-broken hand.
"How is he?" He murmured, a heavy sinking feeling on his heart.
"He had the diabetic tag, so we had to take some extra precautions." Shane nodded and then, after seeing Nate's face, examined his own face with his free hand.
"Can I have a mirror?" She bit her lip and handed over a hand mirror and he gazed into it. He had a bandage over his cheek and stitches in his forehead and the corner of his mouth. His eye was bruised and he was very pale. "What is his damage?" He asked, placing a hand on the bandaged cheek and wincing.
"He has bruising over most of his body, a broken wrist and collarbone; he suffered a pretty bad concussion too." Shane winced, but he hadn't moved; it was more like a pain in his chest. "But don't worry; you're both very strong, about 80% of people wouldn't have made that accident. You're both lucky to be alive."
"How long were we out?"
"You've been out for almost two weeks now. We were worried your concussion could put you in a coma. If Nate doesn't wake up in 24 hours he might have to be placed in an induced coma." Shane thought for a moment before he became really angry.
"You mean Jason has been out there for almost two weeks and no one had found him?!" He yelled at the nurse, she shrunk away.
"I'm sorry Shane, the police knew there was an extra Gray, but they searched that bus so many times and all they found was the deceased driver, they searched that road up and down but there was nothing. He must be alive, you can't shout at me; if I were experienced in tracking I would be out there too." Shane was breathing heavily, his face softened and he looked down.
"I'm going to go and find him." The nurse's eyes widened and before she could stop him he had already wheeled himself out the door. She ran after him, begging him to go back to his room.
"Don't you dare try and stop me!" He yelled back at her, she froze and clutched herself; she wasn't used to this behaviour from a patient. She ran and watched him get into the elevator and press the button, and as the doors closed, she watched him wince in pain after wheeling all that way. She took the next elevator and ran out.