The doctor kept talking but Justin could not hear him. That boy. His. Raegan. Dead. Those words going over and over and over again in his head. Danny grabbed his arm but he pulled away, his body quivering. Not him. You're dreaming, Justin told himself. It's not real. But it was. Raegan Beast's body lay down the hall, shrapnel and glass sticking out of it and blood still drying on his face. A white sheet covered half of him and his ripped, blood covered clothing was tossed to the side. Tomorrow the doctors would pick it up and place it in a sealed trash can. His eyes would be closed and the sheet lain over his form would cover him completely. The blooded would be washed off and all the shards of glass and metal removed. His mother and family would be called and then, only then would the tears and sobs be heard. But Justin couldn't be there. He was in his own world as the doctor explained to his family what had just happened. He didn't hear his mother's soft cries and he didn't see Danny's face crinkle while tears ran down it. Justin sat there just thinking it's not real. It's can't be real. Raegan. Mine. I'm dreaming. Wake up. WAKE UP!!! But he couldn't. Because it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare. A living nightmare. And it would only get worse.
According to the doctor and later the news and police, the roads had been slick and parties had been happening. Raegan was crossing the street, a car driven by a drunk 23 year old and another coming the opposite way carrying three children, a wife with child, and an exhausted man had swerved to connect with each other. Raegan Beast was crushed in the center as the windshield broke and the benders of the car twisted. The drunk was checked into the hospital with three broken ribs and a collapsed lung. The woman would be told later that she had lost her baby. But all Justin would remember was that he lost his favorite visitor, helper, and lover. He had lost Raegan Beast.
