I had finally regained consciousness. I was laying in a rather uncomfortable bed, in a poorly lit room with no recollection of how I got there.

“Ugh, my head, I feel like I was just hit by a bus.”

“How about a Semi?”

“Huh?” I struggled to look around, curious of where the voice had came from.

“You where hit pretty seriously, by a tractor trailer. You’re very lucky to be alive, Son.”

It was Dad, he stood up from a chair in the corner and took a seat on the edge of my bed.

“Where’s Mom?” I groaned.

“She’s speaking with Kelly’s parents in the lobby.”

“Kelly!” I blurted as I quickly sat up in the bed.

“Whoa, take it easy, Dan. You need to lay back and relax.” He said as he settled me back into bed.

“I’ve got to see Kelly! I have to know she is alright.”

He stood up adjusting his hat. "Well, she’s got quite a few bruised ribs. She’s banged up pretty bad but the Doctor said she would be fine, and they gave her Epinephrine for the reaction.

For the first time in forever, I cried. “I’m so sorry!”