Shawn was driving home from his guitar lessons, which he'd started taking so that he could improve his skills. Though he was smart and could probably get a better job and make a better life for himself, he wanted to be in a band. The life of touring and playing shows looked like the type of thing he wanted to do with his life. He smiled and turned up the radio, rocking out to the new Marianas Trench song. It had been a really great day so far, but he was looking forward to crashing and falling asleep in his bed. He was kind of tired. He drummed his hands on the steering wheel as he braked at a red light. Damn red lights were so annoying sometimes. It wasn't like there was many other people out tonight. Just a sleek black car, which was going incredibly fast. He didn't think much of it though, he recognized the driver. Alexandre was good at driving.

"Oh my god!" he said, shocked when Alex ran the red light... and continued straight toward him. He was considering back up up to get away from him, but he didn't have enough time. He didn't even have the breath to scream before the car smashed straight into him, and he slammed his head against the back of the seat, slipping into unconciousness.

- - -

"Jacklynn, your brother has been in an accident." The teacher didn't have much regret in her tone, it was flat, like she was bored. "It's bad, and I've been told to tell you. You might want to go up and see him."

Today was along day for Jacklynn. She finished all her homework AND handed it in ON TIME, she ate her favourite food (bean borito and cheese pizza with mashed potatos), played her favourite sport (vollyball) and won and beat her high score in her favourite video game (super mario brothers.) She was tired. When Jacklynn reached her dorm, she ran to her bed and plopped herself on it. She lay there for a while and then got up to get ready to sleep. She grabed her pjama bottoms and a tank top and rushed to the bathroom.

...

She came back to the dorm and sighed. Another good day leads to another good night, she thought to herself. She walked over to her bed and hopped in. Her head just about to hit the pillow when she herd a knock. Jacklynn grunted and slipped out of bed. She walked over to the door and opened it. She was shocked to see a teacher standing there. "Good evening." She said politly and then listened to what the teacher said. "W...What?" She said a lump began to form in her throat. Then the teacher left. Jacklynn stood in the door way, running through what the teacher had said. Jacklynn then ran to her closet and pulled out a sweater and a coat. Then she ran to her bed and grabbed the pillow. She quickly slipped on her shoes and ran out the door.

Once she reached the nurses office, she began to lsow down. Panting for breath, she asked "Exuces Miss. Can you tell me what room Shawn Spencer is in?"

Then reseptionest bit her lip once again, remembering the boy who asked the same question but for a different person. "He's in room 108." She pointed to one of the many halls. "Right down there." Then the woman got back to work.

Jacklynn nodded her head, "Thank you." She said and then walked slowly walked down the hall where the reseptionest told her to go, looking for room 108. Fianlly she reached room 108. She sighed one big sigh and slowly turned the door knob. She opened the door to see the water leader in a chair, his hands covering his face, beside the fire leader who looked severly hurt. She then turned er face to see another body on a bed. A body that was severly hurt. The body of Shawn Spencer. "Shawn!" She screeched, tears began to flow down her cheeks as she droped everything on the ground and ran over to his bed. She fell to the ground sobing. Her brother, hurt. It hurt her just to even think about it, none the less see it. The only question she had in her head was, why?

Alexandre was almost one hundred percent sure that he was unconcious, because all he coul see was black, and he was in a lot of pain. He couldn't quite remember what happened to him at this point, but he was sure that he didn't escape whatever it was with minor injuries. There wasn't a part of his body that wasn't in severe pain, and he struggled to remember things. He could only remember what had happened that morning. He'd woke up like every other day, went to breakfast, considered going to class. His friends had decided to skip out for the day, and this was a perfect chance for him to kick back since his brother was supposed to be away from the school.

Oh, right.

His brother.

The memories hurt more than the wounds as his mind played it all back for him, from the confrontation to the final words Aiden had said before turning his back and walking away. He could perfectly recall the despair he'd felt in falling out with his little brother, his family, his best friend. He didn't want to relive all of that again, so he forced himself to keep thinking. He'd wanted to be alone with his sadness, so he'd left his friends and went... to a bar, he believed. Yes, his favourite nightclub had a bar. He'd had more than a few drinks, probably gotten drunk. Since he hadn't been very concious intoxicated, it was a little harder to remember past this point. But he tried hard, and eventually it came to him. The maniac driving, releasing the wheel, the red light, the car crash.

How bad were his injuries?

It felt bad. Really, really bad. He figured he was coming off of some sort of pain medication, which would have been used up in his blood much faster than in a normal human beings. Vampire blood wasn't used to any form of medication.

He was patient, waiting the entire two hours it took for the groggy feeling to disappear. The pain intensified then, and he groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. A nurse was standing over him, and he glanced at her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I got flattened by a steamroller, and then it backed up and rolled over me again," he admitted.

"Do you want more medication?" she wondered.

He shook his head, and winced when it caused him pain. "No. I'd much rather be concious, thanks. Is... is Shawn alright?"

"We don't know at the moment. He hasn't woke up."

Alex winced. If he dies, it'll be all my fault... he thought bitterly.

"Your brother is here." The nurse interrupted his thoughts. "He was asking about you."

Alexandre turned his head and spotted Aiden standing with someone he recognized as Shawn's sister, Jacklynn Spencer. Then he saw Shawn, and guilt washed over him. I hope he'll be alright...

"Aiden..." he said quietly. "I... I'm so sorry. And Jackynn, your brother... I'm sorry about that too. It was my fault, I was drunk-" he regretted the words the second they were spoke, he'd forgotten the whole Aiden thing, "- and I was driving too fast, missed the light... sorry."

Jacklynn couldn't help but cry. There was nothing else she could do. Her loving brother, who she didn't even properly meet at this school yet, was lying on a bed half dead. She continued to sob when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She didn't move, just continude to cry. Then she felt another hand touch her waist and pull her up. Jacklynn was weak, so she just placed her head on the person's chest. She looked up when she herd the voice coming from the person she was leening on. It was the water leader she saw sitting on a chair before. She simply nodded and continude to cry. Soon, the boy's shirt was soaked with her tears.

She was calm now and enjoying the conversation that she and Aiden were having. She spoke about her childhood with her siblings and listened to his childhood. They both laughed and looked over thair siblings together. Soon she got really tired and fell asleep. Her dream was more like flashbacks into the past. Like when she turned 5 and Shawn got her a teddy bear that she stil has right now, sitting on her bed in the dorm. And back then, when they still lived in that tiny house, when ever there was a thunderstorm she always run to her brother's room and he'd let her sleep with him. They were good flashbacks.

When she woke up she herd a groan, but it didn't come from Aiden. She looked around and saw that Alexandre woke up. She then curled up into a ball in her chair beside Shawns bedand look over at him. He was still unconcious. She let a tear trickle down her cheek and then hid her face in between her knees. When she herd Alexandre's voice talking to her. She looked up at him and then nodded when he finished. She knew he was sorry and she knew it was an accident that this happened. She also knew that there was nothing that she could do to save Shawn either. She just hoped that he'd live.

An annoying beeping sound brought his attention to the waking world, and Shawn wondered where he was. His head throbbed, and everywhere else ached, so he knew something bad must have happened to put him in such a condition. Then he remembered the car crash, and he moaned lightly, his forehead creasing into a pained grimace. He knew that he should blame Alex for what had happened, but of course, Shawn being Shawn, he didn't feel even the slightest amount of anger or resentment to the other boy. He just hoped that he wasn't dead, because his sister, what would she do without him? But when you were dead, you couldn't feel pain anymore, right? So he must still be alive. He tried to open his eyes.

His lids fluttered open, but he closed him in the next second because of the bright flourescent light directly above where he lay. Ouch, he though as he winced, that hurt. Then he opened his eyes again, prepared for the bright light this time. He turned his head to the side slightly so he didn't have to deal with it's annoying glare, and then gasped lightly when he saw his sister. His pained grimace immediatly smoothed into a soft, affectionate gaze as he looked over at her. "Jacklynn..." he mumbled. "You okay? And Alex, is he? The crash was pretty bad..."

Trust Shawn to think about everyone else besides himself.