Chapter six

Flashback:

It was a normal day; well at least that's what Carly planned for. She waken, up had her coffee, prepared to go to a track meet. She smiled to herself, thinking about all the fun she had with Freddie the week before and the week before that and so on. He came over and they, I'm sure you get the point. Apparently she wasn't feeling well, her entire body aching but, she figured she could just run it out.

"Hey Carly," her high-pitched voiced roommate called to her from the living room in the small apartment.

"Elise, what's up?" she said turning to face her before opening the door.

"Can you read over my essay? Your such a good English student and I don't even know what I'm doing." She giggled.

"Sure but not right now, when is it due?" Carly asked anxious to leave.

"Monday, I figured if I finish it early I would still have time to shop." She smiled to herself; Elise had a shopping obsession. And it was Saturday definitely not early!

"Sure I'll do it when I get back," she said rushing out of the door barely hearing her say thank you.

She grabbed her GPS when she got in the car and typed in the address on the paper, the track meet was pretty far out today. Making it worse transportation wasn't provided. She pulled out, it was a very hot sunny day, and everyone was active. She drove off the campus and into the New York City traffic.

"Come on!" she yelled smacking her hands against the steering wheel. She waited for about 30 minutes and she was able to get out of the city and onto the freeway. She zoomed past all the cars, her windows rolled down. She felt great. Not paying much a attention she slammed on her breaks after seeing a small accident ahead of her. Unfortunately, the truck behind her didn't seem to notice either but when he did it was too late. He smashed into the back of Carly at full speed smashing the car into the car in front of her.

She felt dizzy even worse than before, she tried to move her body but another car slammed into the side of her pushing her back into on going traffic. Everything was just a vivid image to her. She soon was unconscious and ambulances and EMS were everywhere. A fire was started from a truck and it wasn't getting any better. Firefighters were everywhere pulling people out of cars, trying as hard as they could at least. When Carly was removed she was bruised and badly crumbled. Her body looked broken; she was hit from many directions. Her car very compacted. They had to use all sorts of large tools to pry her out. It was someone's worst nightmare come true.

She remained in the hospital for four days unconscious, everyone came to visit her. Hurt inside at just the sight of her body. She had been burned a little bit, second degree, broken four rib cages, a broken arm, twisted her ankle, and had bad bruises all up her body. Spencer, Sam, Freddie, Mrs. Benson, and even her coach had all gathered around Carly, in tears. She blinked her eyes open and they all jumped at once, the doctor came in hearing the racket and they said she had opened her eyes. He himself even seemed touched, she was the only survivor of a 17-car pile up with about over 40 people killed, He thought that she was done and wouldn't wake up. He asked everyone to exit the room so he could personally speak to Carly himself.

"Ms. Shay, we ran a couple tests and come of with some interesting results." He stopped but she didn't speak. "First of all you have been burned with second degree, broken four rib cages, a broken arm, your ankle is fractured, and serious bruises." He stopped and scribbled something on his clipboard then spoke again. "I'm not sure if you were aware of this but you were pregnant before this accident, about two months along." She stopped and she did speak this time.

"I am!" she said her voice cracking after not having spoken in a while, pain shot up her body as she did.

"You were, I'm sorry but the baby has passed away, and we will have to remove it as soon as possible. It also looks as if you will not have the ability to give birth to any children, I'm sorry"

"I-" she couldn't finish tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Ms. Shay, you're life is precious to us, you were the only survivor of this accident and we did everything we could to save your life. God was really watching over you." He said and left the room.

She sobbed to herself, she wanted to die, he told her all this bad news, and he basically told her to be grateful she was alive. Maybe she was better off dead. Making it worse a baby too! It had to be Freddie's; there was absolutely no one else that she had experiences with. This was it. Her life was over.

"Call an ambulance," Freddie yelled out. Carly had thrown up a couple times but was still unconscious. They did everything that someone would normally do, throwing water in her face, putting something revolting to her nose, but none of it worked. She lay on the floor in the café type area of the large upscale business building. People were gathered around her, everyone of them trying to help including the people they were supposed to meet with. An ambulance came, but Freddie was not allowed to ride in it. So he took of in his own car speeding through New York City thankfully not being caught.

By the time he made it to the hospital Walter was already there by Carly's side. She was awake now but looked very weak. Freddie noticed scratches on her arms but he didn't say anything just walked to the opposite side Walter was on.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked wanting to run his hands through her long black hair.

"Yes I am, thanks," she said in a unrecognizable tone.

"Hello, Ms. Shay, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked as he walked into white hospital room.

"Fine and you?" she responded.

"I'm good thank you. I was reviewing a couple of you're past records and noticed a couple things. It appears here that you have a severe post traumatic stress disorder." He said looking up after flipping papers in his clipboard.

"Yes, I do," she glanced at Freddie to see his facial expressions, he looked almost shocked.

"How are you treating this disorder? I may have a very good suggestion to a psychiatrist, I'm not sure if you have one but I'll write up a consultation slip to him if you like."

"That would be great doc," Walter said before Carly had a chance to speak.

"Okay," he smiled heartily then started scribbling down on the form "Here you go; his name is Doctor Barnes- Andrew Barnes." He handed Walter the card.

It had almost been an hour and Carly was very restless and ready to leave. The doctor wasn't around, but a nurse came in with some papers and told Carly she was discharged but had to stay from work for a couple days. The doctor suggested a vacation to help her relax.

"Ms. Shay, could you please get into this wheelchair, and then you will be able to go home." The nurse flashed a cheesy smile towards Carly.

"I am very capable of walking; I had a minor accident that's all." Carly said stepping out of the bed snatching off her hospital gown revealing her clothes underneath.

"Miss it's our policy that every patient leave the hospital in a wheelchair." The nurse said urging Carly to get into wheelchair still speaking in a polite manor.

"Screw your policy," Carly snapped.

"You cannot leave this room," the nurse said in a bit rougher tone.

"Watch me," Carly stormed out.

Endnotes

Sorry I have not updated in a while, I've been somewhat busy. I hope everyone has enjoyed this chapter. For all you people who read Seddie, I have posted a Seddie fic, the name is Empty Spaces. However I am still, no doubt about it, a Creddie fan, I was asked many times and did it for others. I hoped you enjoyed this wondfulerous, (I don't think that's a word) chapter. As you know read, wave at random people, and review. ~ Thanks.