Harry's POV;

When I was about 12, my mum made me watch this movie about a boy who was in a coma, but heard and felt everything around him. I thought it was complete shit…until now. My head throbbed, my side ached, and every part of my body felt like it was on fire. I struggled to open my eyes, but all I saw was darkness. Voices, I vaguely heard voices. Louis. I heard Louis, and a girl. Sara. Someone touched my hand, and instinct told me to wrap my own hand around their's but it didn't happen. Not so much as a twitch.

"They'll be alright," I heard Louis coo softly to someone, but his voice cracked with pain. He always tried to be too strong. A sob ripped from someone's chest and I recognized the cry. I'd comforted him. Niall. I could pick out Zayn's low voice, speaking soothing words to Niall.

"How's she doing?" Liam asked, and it killed me that I didn't know who they were talking about. Sara's voice was small and weak, making her almost too silent to hear.

"She's doing alright," she sniffled. I felt wetness on my face, and again, it bugged the living shit out of me that I couldn't wipe it away. Then realization hit me that someone was crying.

"Don't leave me, please, ever," Lou's voice croaked softly in my ear. Someone squeezed my hand tightly, then released it. Suddenly everything came back to me.

"Harry," Louis' voice was full of fear. When I lifted my head to see what he was going on about, I smashed my head into the console. I wanted to say every word in the book, but I toned it down to just three. Suddenly, everything got really bright, and someone in the car screamed. Then everything was numb.

I felt someone shaking me, and I forced my eyes to open. My eye lids were heavy, and my vision was blurred. I couldn't distinguish who was standing above me. I heard sirens over all, but there was crying and I caught bits and pieces of a mans conversation next to me. Girl. Not Responding. Blood. Hospital. Fast. Then everything went black.

We had been hit by a truck. It was my fault for stopping the damn car in the middle of the road. The movie….I was. I was in a coma, despite the fact that I want to freak out, I need to focus on the fact that someone else is too. Who's voice didn't I hear? No. No. No. It can't be.

"Sara," a sweet voice whispered, and I recognized it as my own mum's. She must be heart broken. If I could cry, I would, but I wasn't really in control of myself at the moment.

"Sara, sweetie, you need to go home and rest," she said again.

"No, Anne. I won't leave G," and my fears were confirmed. Please God, for the first time in months I was actually praying, if it comes to it, take me, and not her.

Sara's POV:

I swore that I saw his finger twitch when Louis grabbed his hand, but I'd quickly learned not to get my hopes up about anything. They'd been cleaned up, thank God, but they still didn't look themselves. G's usual olive tone skin was pale white like a porcelain doll, and she was so frail looking she could pass for one too. Suddenly the door to the room burst open, and my neck snapped in that direction.

"Sara, please," Kianna cried, "tell me it's not true." This poor girl. She's her only sister, her twin sister, and I was here feeling sorry for myself. I hurried across the room, making it to her just in time. Her knees buckled under her, and I caught her under the elbows, as she started to violently sob. I pulled her up, holding her in my arms. I'd grown up with them, and as an only child, they were like the sisters I'd never had. Her tears soaked my shirt.

"She can't go Sara, she can't go," she whimpered. Louis watched us from beside Harry. He himself was crying, which was quite a sight. I'd never seen Louis crack. Niall was curled up in a chair in the corner, his head against the wall. Every now and then he'd sniffle and I'd know he was still crying. It killed me even more to see him hurting. It killed me to see everyone hurting. The steady beep of one of the monitors started to falter. Slower, slower…All of our heads snapped to attention at once.

"Nurse!" Niall shouted, sprinting out of the room, "Doctor, please, someone." His voice drowned out the beep, but I could still hear it struggling to keep going.

"What's going on," Anne asked, her tone panicked as she jogged into the room. The coffee in her hand dropped to the ground, splashing every where.

The beeping stopped. Flatline.