Crash! What Are The Odds Of That?

Chapter 3

Sophie's Point Of View

I woke up with tubes coming out of my nose and arms. I was in extreme pain all over.

"What happened?" I managed to choke out, unable to open my eyes all the way.

"Sophie? Is that you?" I heard a voice that sounded like Joey's.

"Joey! You okay?"

"Yeah, I am alive. I'm not really okay though."

Just then I heard I'm Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance playing, at least the voice part. I frowned in confusion, it did not really sound like a hospital song.

As I tried to open my eyes again I somehow managed to. I literally fell out of my hospital bed when I saw Gerard Way next to me. As I heard a beeping noise go off a nurse rushed in and soon darkness took me over again.

Gerard's Point Of View

I hope that Sophie is not injured worse than she was before. I truly did not mean to startle her.

"Nice Gee, you might have just killed her!" Frank said, glaring at me.

"It's not my fault that I am so sexy she fell to the floor with excitement!"

Frank scoffed and looked the other way mumbling, "You wish..."

I smirked at him, "Your sexier?"

"Oh yeah, baby! Look at my beautiful tattoos... Ask Tessa, I bet she thinks I am the sexiest."

Tessa, who was between me and Frank, replied laughing, "Course you are Frank!"

Frank whined like a child, "Hey... That sounded like sarcasm."

We all burst into weak laughter, none of us had the energy to full heart-idly laugh.

Then, all of a sudden I stopped.

"Mikey! Oh, Mikey! Your dead, aren't you? I can't see you!" I started freaking out.

"Dude, he is right beside me!" Joey shouted.

"Oh, uh, sorry." I replied quietly, my cheeks turning red.

I was a bit glad that Sophie was asleep and that she did not see my embarrassing act of worry.

"So we are all okay?" Tessa asked weakly, "And we are all in the same room?"

"Yes," I replied, "Mikey is on the end, next to Joey, then comes Sophie, who is next to me, I am next to you, you are next to Frank, and Ray is sleeping next to him.

Suddenly, worry flooded my stomach, "What about Lyn-Z, Alicia, and Jamia?"

I looked around the room and saw a nurse nearby.

"Uh, nurse, was anyone killed in the crash?"

Me and both my fellow band members held our breath awaiting the answer.

"Only three casualties, three ladies returning to their first class seats at the time the plane went down." She replied, slightly happily, "Your lucky, most crashes are much worse."

I felt warm tears flow down my face, and I felt like I was going to throw up. Even though I felt horribly guilty thinking this, I felt a glow of hope to this dark situation and it was coming from one of girls sitting right next to me.