After ice cream everything was normal he called for a taxi and it came and picked us up. We hopped in the car. The driver was going fast considering we were in the crowded roads of New York City. "I would like it if you would slow down." Devan told the driver. "Ok and I would like it if I had $1,000,000 but neither of us are going to get what we'd like" the driver replied. "SLOW DOWN!!!!" Screamed Devan. The driver became mad at Devan and started flailing his fists at him... but had no hands on the wheel. We slammed into a ton of cars. I was unharmed except for a broken arm, the driver was fine but, Devan wasn't so lucky... The driver's fists hit Devan just as we hit the cars, leaving a very injured face and multiple broken bones. The ambulance came and picked us both up. They put a cast on my arm and then I was free to go. Devan- not so much. He broke both legs, one arm, two ribs, had lost seven teeth, and had lots of bruises on his face. He was in so much pain. When my mom came that night she told me about Devan and I started to cry. When they said I could go, I saw him and began crying. He had casts on both legs, a cast on his arm, a thing similar to a cast around him (To fix his ribs), and they were getting ready to put fake teeth in his mouth. He was barely ever awake. When he was, he couldn't speak and just lye completely still. I felt awful. 'This is ALL my fault, if I hadn't kept him here he'd be great right now' I thought to myself. He slowly recovered and soon he was doing amazing. He still wasn't great at walking and when he talked he sounded different. I didn't care. I was happy he was alive. During this time, Collins was in Canada, getting sick VERY often.
