"They were in an accident. They’ve been transported to the hospital. I won't lie to you. It's bad. I don't have all the details but even if I did, I wouldn't want to be the one to tell you. They're both in surgery right now. James promised to call as soon as he found anything out."

"Will you take me to them? I need to be there."

"I can if you want me to." He stands and helps me into a sitting position. "Do you want some water before we go?"

"No. I'll be fine." I stand on my own and head into the kitchen to grab my purse. The food has been put away. My guests are gone. I can only imagine I have Will to thank.

I text James once we are on the road. He replies instantly, letting me know where to meet him. It feels like the fifteen-minute drive takes over an hour. My body fills with dread as I close Will's car door and head towards the Emergency entrance. The door opens for me, but I stop.

If I walk through that door I may get news that I won't be able to handle. I'm not ready to go in yet. I need more time. I need to prepare myself for the inevitable.

"I'm right here, Reagan." Will whispers in my ear. "You don't have to do this alone."

"I have to call Felicity's parents." It's the first thing I think to say. It's a fact. I need to stick to the facts. I don't have many, but I have a few. Being uninformed will help at this point. It'll keep me calm when I tell them what I know.

"Why don't we take a seat and you can call them. After, we'll find James." Will leads me to a bench near the entrance.

I rummage through my purse for my phone. Once I find their number my fingers freeze up. I can't call them. I can't tell them something has happened. I don't have the strength to hold myself together. I'm not strong enough.

"Do you want me to call them?" I nod and he takes my phone. I listen as he tells them what he knows. After a few minutes, he covers the phone with his hand and leans in close. "They want to talk to you. Are you up for it?"

I nod because I know I have to do this. The hardest part is over. They know what happened. "Hello."

"Reagan. Is she going to be okay? Is my baby going to be okay?" Mrs. Granger is frantic. Fear is crippling her right now and as much as I would like to think I understand, I can't possibly imagine how she feels right now. Her daughter has been hurt and she's not here.

"I don't know. I will call you when I find out more." I'm not doing a very good job of reassuring her. I'm a horrible friend. "I can get you on the next flight out here if you want to come."

"Yes. Please." The words are out before I even finish speaking. I promise to text her the flight information as soon as I can.

Will volunteers to pick them up at the airport and bring them to the hospital after I hang up. I throw my arms around his neck and cry. I let it all out. I need to. If I don't, I won't be able to pull myself together for my friends. They need me to be strong right now. They need my support. I can do this. I just need to be weak for a few more minutes.

James spots us the second we enter the waiting room and heads in our direction. His parents are in the corner, his mother crying on his father's shoulder.

"Do we know anything more at this point?" My voice is stronger than it's ever been. I am determined to find out what is going on.

"Not yet. A nurse came out a little bit ago and said that Elliot was still in surgery. They wouldn't tell us anything about Felicity since we weren't immediate family. I thought you might be able to find out about her."

I grab Will's hand and pull him toward the reception desk. The lady behind the desk is on the phone but smiles up at us. I wait patiently for her to end her phone call for about five seconds before I wave someone else down. I need answers.

"Hi. Felicity Granger. Do we know anything about her condition yet?"

"Are you family?" She has an attitude with me and I don't blame her. I'm being blunt, but I also don't need her shit right now.

"Yes. I'm her sister." I lie. It feels natural. Will squeezes my hand, a sign that he'll back me up if needed.

"Just a minute, please. I need to check." She disappears around the corner but returns a moment later with a tablet in her hand.

"It looks like she's out of surgery and has been admitted to the burn unit. You're welcome to go up and see her, but it looks like she's still unconscious. They won't know much about her condition until she wakes up. I paged the doctor to come down and talk to you. He shouldn't be long."

I thank her and head back to the waiting area for the doctor. I tell James what I know and text Mrs. Granger an update. Will's on his phone booking flights for them and as soon as I have that information, I send that to them as well. The doctor takes his sweet time coming down. The few minutes I expected it to take him turns into almost thirty minutes and then an hour. I'm sure he's a busy man, but I need answers.

We wait in silence. The only sound in the room coming from a small television in the corner. People come and go. Patients are called back to be seen. The police show up to speak with us. They have more information than we do at this point.

Elliot was driving. He was turning left and a large pickup truck ran the light and crashed into him. That must be why his surgery is taking longer than Felicity's did. The impact caused the airbags to deploy. Whatever is inside those airbags burned Felicity's face. She has rib fractures which punctured one of her lungs. They’ve inflated it but she is sedated.

They were able to get her out of Elliot's SUV without any issues and get her to the hospital. Elliot was trapped in the vehicle for twenty minutes before they were able to get him out. His injuries were worse than Felicity's. The driver of the truck was treated on the scene for minor injuries and then arrested.

I play the scene over and over again in my head. Were they laughing before it happened? Did Elliot see the truck before it hit them? Were they happy one minute and in pain the next?

It doesn't matter. All that matters now is what the doctor has to say about Elliot and Felicity. We need an update. Just as I'm about to go find the nurse I spoke with earlier, the doctor walks in the room. I stand when he comes in the room, ready to introduce myself. "Mr. and Mrs. Evans."

I drop back into my seat. Will scoops up my hand and laces our fingers. James takes my other hand and does the same. Mr. Evans nods his head and the doctor takes a seat next to him. I watch as the doctor places his hand on Mr. Evans shoulder and I know what's about to happen. The tears start to fall before the words are spoken.

"Elliot was badly injured in the accident. His heart stopped in the ambulance on the way here, but we were able to revive him. He had multiple internal injuries and internal bleeding that we were unable to get it under control causing stress on his heart. We did everything we could. I'm terribly sorry for your loss."

I CAN'T MOVE. My body is in shock. I will myself to snap out of it, but it's no use. The doctor’s words echo through my mind followed by Mrs. Evans’ screams. It's like my brain is on instant replay. I hear it over and over again. James took them home a while ago, but it's still all I can hear.

Will's still here. He hasn't moved. He hasn't let go of my hand. He hasn't said a word. I think he understands me better than I gave him credit for. Right now I just need someone to be here for me. I don't want to talk about it. I can't. Not yet. I need him to hold my hand, though. I need him to give me strength.