The Devon Car Crash

'Lucy! Peter! Breakfast now!' shouted Gina, their aunt. She heard groans and floorboards creak as the Beale twins made their way downstairs, both looking worse for wear.

'Morning Aunt Gina' greeted Lucy, literally tripping into the chair and allowing her forehead to hit the table and groaning.

'Late night?' Gina asked her niece and nephew, who nodded before grimacing as the action made his head spin.

'Late, but good night' he groaned, fighting the urge in to be sick. Gina shook her head at them and opened the kitchen door, allowing the full English breakfast smell to enter room. However, the smell hit Lucy and Peter bad and sent Peter running for the upstairs toilet, while Lucy was sent running kitchen sink. Once they had finished throwing up, Lucy slumped the floor, a hand to her head.

'Here! Get these down you' Gina said, handing Lucy two paracetamols and a glass of water. Lucy choked them down, as Gina headed up the stairs to Peter. Lucy stood up, waiting until her legs had stopped shaking before she moved to have a look the English breakfast. She grimaced and pulled two slices of bread from the bread bin and put them in the toaster. She was sat at the table eating her toast by the time Peter came back down the stairs.

'You look worse than me' Lucy commented, making Peter smile sarcastically and grab the lst slice of toast on her place.

'Thanks sis!' Peter said, taking a bit from it

'PETER!' Lucy shouted, annoyed at her brother. Peter rolled his eyes.

'It's a slice of toast! Calm down!' he said, accepting the two paracetamols and the water from his Aunt. She placed a place of bacon, eggs and sausages down in front of him. Thankfully, after throwing up, he felt a bit better, so he proceeded to eat it, making Lucy grimace...

'Why couldn't I have stayed at home?' Lucy grumbled, as herself, Peter and Gina set off for the supermarket.

'Because fresh air would do you good. Both of you' Gina said, as drove down the roads. Lucy sulked in the back, as Peter had claimed the passenger seat. Peter switched the radio on, finding his favourite song and turning it up loud.

'PETER!' screamed Lucy, covering her eyes. Peter ignored her and song along to the radio, his eyes closed and his head bouncing in time to the drum beats. She undid her seat belt and reached forward, through the gap of where the passenger and driver seat was, and turned over the radio.

'LUCE!' Peter exclaimed, changing it back. Lucy glared at his head and reached forward again, changing the radio. A small fight erupted between them, causing Gina to panic slightly.

'LUCY! PETER! STOP IT!' she scolded sharply. The twins stared at her and muttered apologies to her. However, it wasn't long before Lucy grow bored and started to kick the back of Peters chair.

'Lucy, give up... Lucy, stop it... LUCE!' Peter yelled, reaching round and grabbing her leg with his hand. Lucy giggled and tried to get free, causing Peter to tighten his grip.

'Ow! You're hurting me! Peter!' Lucy shouted. Gina sighed.

'Guys, stop acting like five year old kids! Your seventeen!' she scolded, however the twins weren't listen. Lucy had wrestled her legs free and Peter was blindly fighting for her her legs, when she accidentally kicked his wrist hard, causing Peter to cry out and turn in his seat to reach for her.

'PETER, STOP IT!' Gina shouted, trying to control the twins, who were now fighting, Lucy more as she was trying to keep Peter from grabbing her.

'I hate you!'

'I hate you, too, so the feelings mutual!' Lucy shouted, back in anger. She sat up and shoved Peter back in his seat, when she was suddenly flung sideways as the car spun out of control. The last things she heard before her world went black was her aunt and twins screams...

Lucy slowly awoke, her head hurting. She slowly became aware of her surroundings and head people talking to her. She lifted her head, feeling blood trickle down the side of her head. She panicked then and started screaming.

'Miss, Miss, I need you to calm down. What's your name?' said the stranger who was trying to rouse Gina and Peter back to consciousness.

'Lu... Lucy!' Lucy said. Her head was spinning, but she still open the door and and climbed out.

'Lucy, I don't think you should move' said the stranger, climbing out and rushing round to the other side.

'I don't even know you, so back off!' Lucy snapped, rushing round to Peter's side and opening his door. She heard the stranger introduce himself as Michael, but she didn't care.

'Peter? Peter, wake up! PETER, WAKE UP!' Lucy screamed, panicking as her brother didn't respond. She knew she wasn't to move him, as he was slumped over the dashboard. Suddenly, she was being gently pulled away from the car and forced into an ambulance.

'No, No! I need to stay with Peter! I need my brother! PETER!' Lucy screamed, as the ambulance doors shut and took her to the hospital...

Lucy was cold. Despite the blankets she had on, she was cold. It had been two hours since she had been admitted and she had had to get her head cleaned and stitched up, although the Doctor wanted her to stay for a few hours, to make sure she was okay. She hadn't heard anything from the nurses or the Doctors. She had asked them, but they didn't respond to her question, making her angry. She shivered and pulled the blankets and bed covers over her, trying to to get warm. She had already trapped herself in them, trying to trap the heat, only leaving her arms free, so she could reach stuff. She was playing a game on her mobile when her temperature suddenly went through the roof. She wriggled out of the covers and gasped for breath.

'What's happening to me?' she asked herself. She grabbed the glass of water next to her hospital bed and took a large gulp from it. She waited a few minutes, before she cooled down and she relaxed, placing her water back on the nightstand. She got settled on her bed again, continuing on her phone, before she started to get warm again.

'Oh, not again!' Lucy groaned, reaching for the water. However, her hospital door banging open made her jump. She turned and saw Peter standing in the doorway, her temperature hitting high again.

'Peter!' Lucy exclaimed, climbing from the bed. Peter rushed towards her and hugged her. It was only then that Peter started to calm down and relax. His sister was fine and his aunt was fine and he was fine. Lucy, however had picked up the fact that as Peter had calmed down, so had her temperature, making her realize that the twin physic thing that she had always claimed was rubbish, actually existed.

'You're okay! I was so worried! I woke up and you weren't there. They wouldn't tell me anything and I assumed the worse, I couldn't feel the link between us!' Peter sobbed, as the shock settled into his bones. If he had died in that car crash, his last words would have been 'I hate you', and this scared him.

I love ya, Lucy! I know I say things half of the time, that makes you think I don't, but I do!' Peter said, making Lucy smile. She pulled away from the hug.

'I know, I love you too! We all say things in the heat of the moment that we don't mean.. I'm sorry, too' said said softly, making him smile. A knock at the door interrupted the heartfelt talk and they turned to face their Aunt.

'Your Dads on his way' she said, knowing how the twins would react.

'It's a bumped head, not broken bones!' Lucy whined, stomping her foot, making Peter laugh and hug her again...

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