The Key To My Heart

Chapter Eight

Leah's POV
I laughed, climbing into the car behind Collins. Since Devan had officially asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday, I seemed.....lighter. Like there was some kind of a weight missing now.

"You actually did that?!" He nodded.
"I'm not joking! I got a lecture from the police about not doing any more clown pranks." I chuckled.
"Did your parents find out?" Devan climbed into the passenger seat, chuckling.
"About the clown prank last night? Yeah, they found out. And they got a good laugh about it.....after we got lectured. How did you not hear it?" I shrugged as Collins started the car.
"I was asleep. There are times that, when I'm exhausted, I don't wake up to much." They both laughed, and Devan turned on the radio. I laughed, starting to sing along with it. Rachel Platten- Fight Song. Devan smiled at me, watching me sing along. The song finished, and he grinned. I saw him, and blushed, realizing they had been listening.

"Dude, that was awesome. You should try out for AGT." She chuckled slightly, blushing.
"I think not. I'd just make a fool of myself." Devan gave me a strange look.
"What? No, you'd do awesome. These words don't normally come out of my mouth, but Collins is right." His brother whooped, eyes thankfully still on the road.
"He said it!! I was right!!" Devan shook her head, and I laughed.
"Devan, the only way I would have the guts to do it would be if you and Collins were there." He grinned at me.
"Then we will. When we get home-" His sentence was cut off as another car ran a red light, smashing into the passenger side. Then only things I heard were metal screeching and screaming. I would later find out the screaming was me. Then, I blacked out. I woke up a couple minutes later, to find we were upside down in a ditch. I heard a groan.

"Collins? Devan?" I croaked, and a hand reached back.
"Leah? Ah.....can you reach your phone?" I pulled it out, but I didn't need it. We heard sirens, and I nearly cried in relief. My arm and head were killing me, and I felt blood running down my face. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and I guessed that the smashed window had something to do with that.

"Devan....is he okay?" I croaked, and I saw Collins gently shaking him.
"Devan. Hey, Devan. C'mon, you gotta wake up, man. Devan. Devan!" I could hear the fear building in his voice as he tried to wake him. Then, we heard a fireman's voice.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" Collins breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes! We're here! Please, get my brother out. He's not moving." The passenger door was pried off, and he was gently pulled out. Then we were gotten out, and I pulled away from the paramedic, limping over to Devan.

"No..." I whispered, dropping to the ground beside him. His right arm was twisted unnaturally, and he was nearly covered in blood. His face was bruised and cut, also covered in blood. His eyes were closed and he was so still, which terrified me even more.

"Devan, please. Please, you can't be dead. You've gotta wake up, please. Devan, please!" I was nearly sobbing, and was gently pulled away by a paramedic. A couple hours later, we'd been cleared. Collins had a broken leg, quite a few cuts and bruises, and a solid knot on his head. I had a broken wrist, plenty of cuts and bruises, and a slight concussion. Then, about five hours later, we were finally allowed to see Devan.

"What.....what happened?" Collins choked as we walked in, shocked. Devan had stitches all over his face and part of his chest, a sling on one arm, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the number of wires and machines he was hooked up to, the oxygen mask included. The director shook his head slightly, right as their mom walked in.

"Since he was on the passenger side, and that was the side that was hit, he was hit with more of the force of the crash. I hate telling people this, but...." He trailed off, and their mom straightened, trying to look brave.
"What happened to my son?" Her voice was shaky, like she was trying not to cry. He sighed, looking at us.
"He....He's comatose. We aren't sure when.....or even if he is going to wake up. I'm very sorry." He left, and Anne broke down. Collins moved over beside her, wrapping an arm around her.

"It's going to be okay, mom. He's going to make it. I know he will. I'll call Dad and let him know. It's going to be okay." I sat there beside Devan, tears silently streaming down my cheeks. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be real.