Chapter two:

a/n: Hey party people! How's life? I took the story to a different direction than I originally had it. Basically, I had the first four chapters written on my computer, then it broke. So…. Yeah.

Chapter two: reality blows

Hazel

I don't believe in karma. Or at least, I didn't used to. Now, I'm pretty sure it does exist.. It's the only way that the wreck I'm in driving to pick up my sister is possible. The worst part is the way the whole fiasco plays out. My phone buzzes, and I reach over, and tap the button on the little in car computer. Allie's voice fills the line, and I tell her I'm on my way. I hear another voice, and Allie says, "This guy named Augustus wants to say hi." Some muffled voices, and then, "Hazel Grace."

"Hi." I reply, keeping my eyes trained on the road in front of me. Later, I found out that this is what saves me. In an instant, this black car is flying towards me. I sware to gosh, it was not on the road point five seconds before, and there are no turn offs, so that person must've sped the entire way down the road, like they're doing now. I scream in spite of myself, and twist the wheel frantically. "What the…" I have just enough time to lock up and brace for impact before the car slams into the front of mine., I scream as I'm thrown forward, thank gosh for seatbelts, and as random stuff flies through the car. "Hazel Grace?" Augustus asks. I manage to get out a single sentence before I black out. "There's been an accident."

I awake to a bright light. A light so bright it seems to pierce my eyelids. I groan, and lift my hand to shield my eyes. Or try to anyway. It's weighed down with something heavy—a cast. Lovely.

I lift my other hand to shield my eyes, and squint out into the room. I'm in the ER, probably at Memorial. Doctors are moving around, giving orders. I look to my right, and see my cell phone lying on the night table. I grab it with my good hand, and check for messages. Several from Allie, but none from Mom and Dad. I guess that's normal. When something cancerous is going down, they're here. When something non-cancerous goes on, they might not always get the message. I guess that this is one of those times.

I read the texts from my sister. 'Dude, Augustus just told me there's been an accident. Are you okay? Dude, answer me. Hazel Grace, it's Augustus on Allie's phone. Is everything alright? Dude, if you don't answer me right now… hazel, are you dead or something? Answer me."

SO, with a sigh, I find her contact, and press the Call button. She answers on the first ring. "Hazel?" Then another voice, "Hazel Grace." I smile, and say, "Yeah, it's me." I move a little in the hospital bed, and continue talking to my sister and Augustus. I don't nessisarily know what to call him. I mean, we've only had one conversation, so yeah. Would he be an aquaintence? No, not strong enough. Friend? Yes, friend. That's a good word.

The doctor comes over, and I set my phone down, so Allie and Augustus can hear how bad the injuries are. I manage to pass the brain tests, but we are able to determine that I have a slight concussion, and I broke my left wrist in two places. I also dislocated that shoulder, probably when I braced myself for impact. Go me.

I'm kept at the hospital overnight, and Allie explains that mom and Dad had to leave about two hours before the accident, and they will be back pretty fast for one of their business trips. So… that's why they didn't hall ass to the hospital. They didn't know that I am here with a concussion, and a messed up left arm. That's my life.

I wind up riding with Augustus back to my house. I'm not cleared to drive, and I'm not sure I could right now even if I wanted to. No, better leave that to more qualified people.

I start second-guessing my decision the second Augustus starts to pull out. He slams on the gas and the breaks, and drives in these spurts. I'm legit shaking as he gets onto the main road. And that makes me feel ddumb, so I pull it together, and act like I would if I were Allie. I wouldn't be flipping my shit at the idea of being on the road. No, I'd be enjoying this. But I'm not Allie, and I most definitely do not.