Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis.

A/N: Okay guys, this chapter is a little bit copied from Trapped chapter two (I guess you could call it the sister story?) There shouldn't be any more copying after this chapter, but then again, I think I said that last night :)

3rd Person P.O.V:

Jerome woke up, coughing and gasping. It was light outside, like the sun had just rose. He struggled to remember where he was and then he weakly reached for the door on his side - to open it, but as expected, he was too tired and confused to make it budge. Car accident, was what he thought as he looked around him. We've been in a car accident. On one side of him, Joy was unconscious, small shards of glass showered around her, and he hoped that none of them had imbedded themselves into her skin. Patricia and Eddie weren't making any noise behind him, so he presumed that they hadn't woken up either... unless they are dead, he thought.

He reached for the car handle again, and this time he managed to make it spring open. He crawled out of the car, not quite trusting his legs just yet, and collapsed onto the dry, dead, brown grass. He closed his eyes as he lay there, and tried to remember what had happened... It came back to him slow and heavy, and it was still a little fuzzy. There had been a dog and he had swerved... everyone had been screaming... where had they fallen though?

He struggled into a sitting position and looked around. They had crashed through a rotten wooden fence, and presumably rolled all the way down here. He looked back at the car and wanted to cry. It was trashed. It wasn't exactly the newest, shiniest car in the first place but now it was just awful. Not even a scrap yard would accept it. Why did he have to swerve so sharply? Why didn't he step on the brakes or something?

Minutes later he tried his hand at standing up, and to his relief, found that he could do it. He stumbled towards the car, and over to the passenger's side, Joy's side. He opened the door, and it came off its hinges in his grip, he threw it aside hastily. He shook Joy gently to see if she was awake, he couldn't shake her any harder incase she was seriously hurt. She didn't open her eyes, but she sighed softly. "C'mon Joy, wake up, please." Jerome whispered desperately.

"I'm awake," Eddie groaned from the back. "Help me out please man." Jerome hesitantly left Joy and moved to the back doors. He pulled the one nearest to Eddie open, this one didn't come of the hinges, thank God. Eddie struggled into a sitting position, with Patricia lying on top of him awkwardly. "Help me get her out." He answered.

Eddie had his seatbelt, and Patricia's, off, and he was trying to get a good hold of Patricia to help her out. She seemed half awake, but in bad shape, from what Jerome could tell. Eddie shifted over enough to grip her legs and Jerome her arms. When they began to lift her up, Patricia shrieked in pain. Jerome closed his eyes, trying to ignore Patricia's screams until they could get her out. Eddie faltered however.

"Eddie," Jerome said calmly. "We have to get her out. They to ignore her screams until we can get her out of the car." Eddie nodded shakily, and five minutes later, Patricia's screams had died out, and she was lying on the itchy, dead brown grass. Eddie was sitting beside her, murmuring something over and over including the word 'Yacker', his nickname for Patricia. Jerome was helping Joy up, she was unhurt and had woken from her friend's screams.

"Is she okay?" Joy asked, hugging Jerome.

"I don't know," Jerome answered. "We need to get help."

"But there is hardly anyone around here!" Joy pointed out.

"Patricia has her phone in a usable state!" Eddie called out. "And she has reception!" Joy grabbed the phone and dialled 911.

"Hello? ... Yeah, we have an emergency, we were in a car accident and my friend needs an ambulance. ... There's four of us, but only one of us are seriously injured. ... We're outside Death Valley, California, the turn off on the highway. ... Yes, the first one. ... Yes, thank-you so much." Joy handed Eddie the phone, an ambulance is on the way, they should only be ten - fifteen minutes.

"Thank God," Eddie sighed. "I hope that they get here fast though." He looked at Patricia. "What if she's not okay?"

"Eddie," Joy said sternly. "She is going to be okay." There was silence after that until the ambulance's siren broke through the silence and we all scrambled up. Joy and Jerome ran up to the fence to alert the paramedics where they were, and Eddie stayed with Patricia, murmuring that it was going to be okay, that she was going to be alright, even if he didn't know whether she could hear him or not. Patricia was lifted onto the stretcher after being checked for any injuries that indicated that she shouldn't be moved, and Eddie followed them up the slope and into the ambulance, where Joy and Jerome were being checked over. He was covered with one of those blankets that they gave people for shock and he held Patricia's warm hand until they got to the hospital and he had to go into a separate room to get the cut on his head stitched up.

"Eddie, you can go see Patricia now." Joy entered the room. "She isn't away because of all the pain medication that they gave her, but she's going to be okay, and she should be awake soon." Eddie stood up and followed Joy to Patricia's room where Jerome was sitting.

"Is she okay?" He whispered to Jerome.

"Yeah," Jerome nodded. "The only reason that she was screaming when we got her out of the car was because she dislocated her shoulder. They put it back in place and she's okay now. Did they seriously have to use black stitches on your forehead?"

Eddie shrugged. "I didn't ask questions, just let them patch me up." He sat down on the chair across from Jerome. "I think that I love very badass."

"I'm sure Patricia will think the same," Joy answered, rolling her eyes.

"Patricia thinks... you look... like an... idiot." Patricia slurred drowsily from the bed.

"Thanks Yacker," Eddie answered sarcastically. "That's all I get for being a caring boyfriend." She didn't answer, not seeming to hear him.

"Patricia! The doctors said that you wouldn't be awake for hours!" Joy exclaimed.

"Doctors... are idiots... too." Patricia slurred, her eyes beginning to close.

"Go to sleep Patricia," Jerome told her, rolling her eyes. And like that she was out like a light.

"You are going to get it when she wakes up Jerry," Eddie said. "She is going to kill you for crashing the car. You were the next on her idiot list."

"I know," Jerome sighed. "Let's hope that the morning never comes."