I feel like I have been thrown face-first into a brick wall. Opening my eyes, I see red. Everywhere. I'm sitting in my car, but the car is tilted sideways, my side almost completely level with the ground. "Talia?" Bailey whimpers. Oh, Lord. "Bailey, are you okay?" I whisper. "I think so." she says. I hear shuffling and pulling. "What happened?" I ask softly. No reply. "Bailey?" I say a little louder. I rub my eyes again and again but I still can't see. My head burns. I feel something wet and sticky all over my hands. Squirming, I try to find a way out, but I can't touch anything without getting glass in my skin. I hear a car door slam shut. "Hello?" I ask loudly. "Talia?!" Wait. That's not Bailey. "Who is that?" I hear running feet coming closer. "Talia? It's Niall. Are you okay? Can you move?" "Where's Bailey?" is all I can say. "She's alright. Zayn and Paul have her. There was a truck swerving into your lane. It hit you pretty hard," he tells me. "We weren't that far behind you two." I ask him,"Where are you?" "To your right. Here, take my hand. You hit your head, okay? I need you to stay awake." I feel him holding my hand, even though it's bloody. "Did you call 911?" I ask. "Yeah, Liam did," Niall says. Soon enough, I hear the ambulance. Blinking repeatedly, I once again try to clear my vision. I hear the medics coming to help Bailey and me. "Niall, don't let go of me," I say. He whispers, "Never." The whole drive to the hospital I hear Niall trying to comfort me and feel him holding my hand. I manage to tell him thank you right before I fall out of consciousness.

When I wake, I'm lying in a dreary hospital room. I am so relieved that I can see again! Niall is in the wooden chair next to my bed. He sits slumped over, head resting on his folded arms. My head still feels light, but I slowly sit up and carefully step down to the cold floor. My body crumbles. I sigh and try to stand. Immediately, Niall and my other best friend, Amy, are by my side, helping me to my feet. "Talia!" Amy says,"I thought you weren't ever going to wake up!" Niall nods to me, then leaves the room to give us a minute. As I sit on my bed, I look up at her and see that she's about to cry. "Hey. Hey," I say, "I'm alright now." I give her a hug, and it seems to make her feel better. "How long was I out?" "Well, you were in the wreck the last night. So, almost exactly one day." Amy answers. "Oh.. How is Bailey? Is she okay? Where is she?" "Well, she's shaken up pretty bad, but she's alright. Just cuts and bruises. Her mom picked her up about an hour ago." "Well, that's good to hear.. How bad am I?" Amy hesitates, then answers,"Well, you have a mild concussion. Your head hit the windshield on impact and cut a gash in your forehead. They had to stitch it up." I wince as my finger traces the stitches above my left eyebrow. The clock says 10:45pm. I get settled on the bed covers and try to fix my hair. "How did you find out about the wreck?" I ask. Amy plops down on the foot of the bed and actually smiles a little as she says,"Harry." I hear a voice from the doorway say, "That's my name. Don't wear it out, love." Harry waltzes in with a big grin on his face. Amy leaps off the bed and into his arms. He gives her a peck on the cheek and she giggles. Shocked, I say, "Oh. You two know each other?" "We "talk"," Harry answers casually as he winks at Amy. She blushes. You know what? I'm not even gonna ask... They walk out, their arms around each other's waists, passing Niall as he peeks his head into the room.