OK so here's another chapter.

Bree rushed in he hospital and stood at the reception.

"Where is my son?" asked quickly.

"Please calm down woman, OK? What's his name?" asked the girl.

"Andrew… Andrew Van De Camp. Now I got a phone call. He had an accident. Where is he? Is he fine?" asked the very nervous Bree.

"I'm gonna check this out. Just a minute." said the girl and picked up the phone.

Bree never was this frustrated. She wasn't worried this much when she left him on the road when he was just a kid. There was a lot of thing what ran through her mind. "What if he is dead? What if he has a really seriously damage? What if she can't see her only son never again? She should've say so many things to him. She doesn't even remember when was the last time she said how much love him. Maybe she doesn't even have a chance. She couldn't live with it. She needs him." For a minute everything is stopped around her. She just heard the voice in her mind. It's keep saying that "it's can't happen, it's not real. It's can't be. No, it is impassible."

The doctor appeared and he said "woman….." she didn't answer so he touched her arms and said again "woman.." Bree looked up at him.

"Huh? I am sorry. Who are you?" asked the confused Bree but it was clear she didn't even know what happening around her.

"I am the doctor who take care of your son. He is fine except some bruise and a broken arm. He is really under pressure right now, and he worrying a lot about the guy who was with him. He got some tranquilizer. He is on the second floor. Please follow me." said the doctor and moved into the elevator.

"Thank you doctor" said with a relieved sigh.

In the elevator the doctor said a few more things but she can't listened to him. She was just so happy for her son was fine.

At the door the doctor said "He is still in stress so maybe his gonna be a little weird but this is natural reaction after what happened with him. OK?"

Bree beckoned. And opened the door slowly. Andrew was sitting on the bed. His hands wrapped his legs and he just stared straight. There was some blue bruises on his face and a big cut over his right eye. Bree walked at him and sit down the bed, hugged him commiseratingly.

He looked like he's not being there. She looked at him and caressed his face gently to not hurt him.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" asked. No answer Andrew just stared the wall front of him.

"Are you OK honey?" asked again Bree.

"It's my fault... It is mine... I made it... It's all my fault... No… I'm…Not…O..K." said on a shaky broken voice." I am not OK… It's my fault." said a cold voice and still watched the wall.

"My mistake."

"Honey, What are you talking about?" asked the wasted Bree.

"I.." started and looked at her. "It's happened because of me. He is gonna die because of me. It's all my fault. Nick dying because of me. Everythings happen because made a mistake. A fucking jacket… I can't believe this… a freakin' jacket. He's gonna die." His eyes was full with tears but he didn't cry yet.

"Stop saying stupid things like this. He's not gonna die, OK? They going to fix him. He will be fine. You will be fine, both of you. I promise."

"You don't know it. Don't promise things if you aren't sure….. You didn't see him. He was through the window , everything was full with his blood …. His head…." couldn't finish the sentence cause began to cry that hard he almost not breathed." He just lied there and doesn't moved, maybe not breathed too. His face…. I saw it, you didn't, so you don't know anything. No…. No it isn't happen. It is not possible. I wish I could go back. I wish it could be me instead….."

"Stop it right away Andrew!" said seriously. "Can you hear me? It's not your fault. Bad things happen. It wasn't you fault."

He opened his mouth three times but couldn't make a sound. He was still crying.

"Where is he by the way?" asked Bree to break the quiet.

"Still in the operating room I guess. They said they gonna tell me if it's done…. They said he has lot of very serious damage. They said it can happen easily... What Am i gonna do if he doesn't make it? I can't lose him. How can this happen this suddenly? Few hours before this was everything perfect. And now... I screwed it up mum. I just want it back… our life again."

The tear stains on his face . He just collapsed in his mum's arms and his face pressed against her shoulder as he cried. He shook with his full body.

Bree just held him, she felt her heart is broke and whispered into his ears "Shhh…. It's OK…. I love you…."

I hope this was fine. Please let me know.