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AN: This takes place after "Which Father Knows Best." "You Posted What!?" never happened. However, Douglas is absent for this oneshot. Sorry!
Bree's PoV:
I was so happy. I had finally gotten my driver's license a few weeks ago, and the excitement had not yet worn off. I had driven to the store to pick something up for Tasha so that she could finish making dinner. She originally asked Adam to go to the store for her, but he was "too busy" playing video games with Chase and Leo, and I volunteered to go. So now, here I was, driving home with the groceries in the backseat and a smile on my face. It was now December, which obviously meant winter, which meant that it was already dark, even though it was only six o'clock.
I stopped at the traffic light and waited for the light to turn from green to red. Once it did, I acclerated a little and continued to drive. I took notice of all of the Christmas lights that were already hung up. But what I didn't notice was the large pickup truck barreling towards me. One moment, everything was fine. The next moment, a red truck had smashed right into the driver's side of my car, and my car spun on the icy road. I grabbed my cellphone right as my car flipped over, landing on the driver's side. Just my luck.
My head was pounding, my vision was fuzzy, and my whole body felt like it was on fire. I was conscious, but probably not for too long. I crawled out of the car with my cell phone and fell onto the street, landing painfully. I saw that the red truck was completely flipped over onto the roof of the truck. Then I saw something that stopped my heart. A little hand pressed against the closed window of the truck. And it was moving. I quickly crawled over to the truck and looked inside. In the back seat of the truck, a little girl was lying on her stomach, alive and looking scared. I motioned for her to move back, and she did. I broke the window of the truck with my fist, causing said fist to start bleeding. I pulled the little girl out of the truck, glancing over to the driver as I did so. He was dead.
I held the little girl in my arms, trying to comfort her as I called 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" the lady asked.
"I was just involved in a car wreck, and the other driver is dead. I-I think that he was drunk. There was a little girl in the back seat, and I got her out. She's a little banged up, but otherwise fine. I need an ambulance," I choked out, trying not to sob. I think I was slightly in shock.
"Where are you?" the lady questioned me. I told her the street that I was on. I heard the lady tell me to stay with her, and that an ambulance was on the way. But it was all too much, and I slipped into darkness.
Chase's PoV:
Adam, Leo, and I finally beat our game. As we were putting away the game and our controllers, Mr. Davenport walked into the kitchen from the lab. He walked over to Tasha, who was chopping vegetables. I noticed that she looked nervous, and I tried to think of what she could be worried about.
"Hey, whatcha cooking?" Mr. Davenport asked.
"Huh? Oh, um, pot roast. Honey, I'm worried. I sent Bree out to the store an hour ago, and she's still not back yet," Tasha fretted.
"I'm sure she's fine. Maybe she just hit a traffic jam or something. I'll call her," Mr. Davenport said.
He unlocked his phone and hit Bree's contact. He held his phone up to his ear and waited for her to pick up. After a minute, he turned his phone off again and set it down on the counter.
"She didn't answer," Mr. Davenport told Tasha, starting to look worried himself. I too started to worry. Bree always answered her phone. I wondered what could be wrong.
"Maybe we should-" Tasha started, but she was cut off by the phone ringing. Tasha walked over to the phone that was on the wall and hit speaker. "Hello?" Tasha greeted as she walked back over to continue chopping vegetables.
"Hello, is this the Davenport residence?" an unknown, professional sounding voice asked.
"Yes," Mr. Davenport said.
"Does a Breeana Davenport live at your residence?" the voice questioned.
"Yes. Who is this?" Mr. Davenport asked.
"Hi, this is Doctor Williams. I'm from the hospital on thirty-three East Napolean Street. I'm afraid to inform you that Breeana was involved in a car accident this evening on Baker Street. She is alive, and she seems to be fine, but we're still checking on some things. It's not one hundred percent certain yet if she's perfectly okay. You and your family may visit now. I'm very sorry that this has happened. Goodbye." the voice, now known as Doctor Williams, said. The line went dead, and Tasha slowly walked over and hung up.
We all sat in shocked silence, absorbing the information. Bree was in a car wreck. Bree's at the hospital. This can't be happening. NO. It's not. This is all a dream. Originally, I also would've been scared that they would discover Bree's chip, but a few weeks ago, Mr. Davenport and Douglas worked together (for once) and removed our chips, instead installing our bionics into us. Basically, we don't have bionic chips anymore, but we still have the same bionic abilities that we had before. Anyway, this meant that there wasn't a chip for the doctors and nurses to find, and they couldn't detect our bionics at all. So at least there was that.
I couldn't believe it. My big sister was possibly dying. And there was nothing that I could do about it.
Adam's PoV:
This wasn't happening. It can't be true. My baby sister is fine, I know it. She's a great driver, and doesn't that stop you from getting in wrecks? It had to have been the other driver's fault. I knew that it was. If that son of a bitch wasn't already dead, he would be. I would make sure of that personally.
Leo's PoV:
I didn't know what to think. My big sister had gotten into a wreck, and now she was lying in a hospital bed, probably dying. This couldn't be real. It just couldn't be. If Bree dies, I don't know what I'll do. I need my sister; we all need her. I already knew that life without her would be unbearable. No. I couldn't think like that. She'd be fine. She'd be fine.
Mr. Davenport's PoV:
I didn't know what to do. Bree, my daughter, my little girl, had been in a wreck. I had been so sure that she was fine, and she wasn't all along. I just couldn't process anything. She was going to be alright. My baby girl's a fighter. She can do this. She WILL do this. She'll be okay.
Tasha's PoV:
Bree. My daughter. She had been in a wreck, and now there was a possibility that she would die. I couldn't think about anything else but Bree. Every time I blinked, I saw an image of her lying in the street, blood pouring out of her body. No. She'd be fine. Right?
(Back To) Mr. Davenport's PoV:
"Everyone, get in the car now," I commanded in a deadly calm voice. No one questioned me or protested, they all just obeyed. We all got in the car quickly and I typed in the coordinates of the hospital. We rode in silence, none of us wanting or daring to speak. It was only a five minute drive to the hospital, but it felt like an eternity.
When we finally reached the hospital, we all clambered out of the car and ran into the hospital. We ran to the front desk and I addressed the lady at the desk.
"We're here to see Breeana Davenport. We were told that we could visit her now."
"Do you know who her doctor is?" the lady asked.
"Dr. Williams," I answered.
"Okay. You're gonna go down that hallway, make a left, and Breeana's room is the third door on the right."
"Thank you." I motioned for my family to follow me, and we all speed walked to Bree's room. When I opened the door to my daughter's hospital room, I saw something completely unexpected. Bree was sitting up in bed, very much alive, and she was holding a small girl, who couldn't have been more than five. She was attempting to soothe the little girl, who was crying into Bree's chest.
"It'll be alright," Bree whispered, "Your mom said that she would be here soon. You'll be fine."
Bree looked up at us when we entered, and she gave us a small, sad smile. The little girl turned her head to look at us, and she whispered something to Bree. Bree nodded, probably answering a question that the little girl had asked. Bree turned her head to the nurse who was in the room with them, watching from afar with a smile on her face.
"What do you need, dear?" the nurse asked kindly, walking over to Bree and the little girl.
"Could you take Alyssa to go get something to drink in the cafeteria?" Bree questioned, motioning her eyes over in our direction. The nurse nodded in understanding.
"Of course. Come along dear. Your mother should be here any moment now," the nurse said kindly to the little girl, who's name must've been Alyssa. That's what Bree called her. Hm. That's sort of ironic, the girl being named Alyssa. Bree was almost named Alyssa.
Bree and Alyssa hugged for a minute, and when they broke apart, Bree pressed a kiss to Alyssa's forehead. Then Alyssa jumped down from the bed, took the nurse's hand, and walked out of the hospital room, not looking back once.
When the door of the hospital room had closed, my family and I stared at Bree for a minute, and she stared right back. Then all of a sudden, we all surged forward and embraced Bree in the biggest group hug of the century. Tears and kisses were exchanged, all of us happy that she was alive. When we had all calmed down, Adam and Chase sat on either side of Bree, holding her hands. Leo and Tasha both sat in chairs next to Bree's bed, and I stood next to Adam on Bree's left.
"Who was that little girl?" I asked my daughter, looking at her confusedly.
"Alyssa. She was in the truck that hit me. Her dad was drunk and rammed into me on the intersection, and while he was killed in the crash, she luckily wasn't. Her mom and dad had gotten a divorce, but her mom's a good person. She's not a drunk, that's for sure. Her dad used to hate the idea of drinking, but when he went through the divorce, he became a drunk. After the crash, when we were still on the intersection, I was able to crawl out of my car. I saw a hand on the window of the truck that hit me, and I was able to get Alyssa out and call 911 before I passed out. SO, yeah. I had an interesting night."
"How do you know so much about that little girl's life when you just met her tonight?" Chase questioned.
"She is a VERY talkative little girl. That, and I had that nurse, Claire, do a background check on her mom, dad, and grandparents. I didn't want to send her off with someone like her dad," Bree answered.
Our conversation was interrupted by a woman walking in. "Hi, I'm Alyssa's mother. I'm guessing that you're Bree?" she asked, pointing at Bree.
Bree nodded, and the woman surged forward. She grabbed Bree in a hug and started to sob. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You saved my little girl's life. Thank you."
Bree comforted the woman until she stopped crying. Once Alyssa's mother pulled away, Bree looked her straight in the eyes with determination. "It was a privilege to get to know Alyssa. She's an amazing little girl, and please, don't do what her dad did. Don't be like your ex-husband. Be better than him. Don't let my almost death be in vain. Take care of her, and treat her right. You understand?" The woman nodded furiously. "Good," Bree said. "Now go. You're daughter's really scared, and she needs you."
Hearing Bree say those words caused me to have what you could call an epiphany. I realized that there were plenty of times when Bree was scared, and I hadn't been there when she needed me. I vowed to never let that happen again. Once Alyssa's mother left, Bree looked at Tasha seriously and said, "Tasha, I'm sorry to inform you that I murdered your groceries. Please forgive me." We couldn't help it. We all burst out laughing.
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