11 | THE ACCIDENT

December 8, 1984.

It was a party at Vince's house. Drugs and alcohol was scattered across the house and Nicole was itching to get her hands on it. She needed to get out of that house and fast. "Vince, I think you need to go get some booze." Nicole told Vince.

"Yeah, I was just about to go get some. Wanna come with me and Razzle?" Vince asked.

"Yeah, I need to get out of here." She told.

Vince nodded and led the way out to his car. "Razz, you coming?" Vince asked his friend as he and Nicole walked over to his car.

"Yeah, I'm coming, mate." Razzle told and trailed the two into Vince's car.

Nicole sat in the back of the two door, feeling uncomfortably cramped. She took out a cigarette and began smoking it in the small car. "What the fuck, Nic!" Vince chuckled, rolling down the windows.

"That's what I felt like in your fucking house!" Nicole chuckled.

"Alright, alright. Let's play a game. Who'd you rather fuck Cydni Lauper or Boy George?" Vince asked Razzle and Nicole.

"The hells wrong with Cydnie Lauper?" Nicole asked Vince, peaking her head between the two front seats.

"She's fucking old! Neither!" Razzle shouted.

"Nah, man. You've gotta pick one. Alright, you've got a gun to your head. Fuck one or die. Which one is it gonna be?" Vince pressed for an answer.

"No, you know what? I'm having trouble accepting this premise. Under what circumstances would I find myself in such a situation?" Razzle was clearly high as he was overcontemplating the question.

"It's a mystery, you cockney fuck. You know, some random fucker's trapped the three of you in a room, and he's demanding you fuck one of them." Vince chuckled.

"What does this mysterious person benefit from my sexual humiliation?" Razzel scoffed.

"I don't know, man, but you're definitely gonna die if you don't fucking pick." Vince shrugged.

"In that case," Razzle paused, "I think I'd have to go with Lauper. At least she's got the proper plumbing. Hey, no, but Georgie boy, he's probably more experienced in the handling of penis."

Everyone chuckled, and Vince wasn't paying attention to the road for he was laughing too damn hard. Vince ended up swerving into oncoming traffic and crashed head on with another vehicle. Nicole felt her whole body freeze moments before impact. She hadn't been wearing a seatbelt because of all the drinks that were stacked up next to her in the back, so she went flying out the front window. The projectile motion caused Nicole's body to end up outside of the car. She felt all of her bones crack and her skull slam against the road. She expected to hear instant noise of screams and pain, but all she heard was silence.

Which was all the more terrifying.

Nicole tried to get up on her feet, but her leg seemed to have snapped in half as it was effortlessly reaching the back of her head in a twisted way. Within minutes, sirens and emergency lights went off all on the street and medics hurried over to grab her off of the ground. She screeched in pain as they moved her onto a gurney.

"Ma'am, we're going to need you to stay calm." One paramedic spoke calmly to a screaming and crying Nicole.

"Please help me!" She screamed as she stayed completely still. All she wanted was the pain to be over.

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The subtle beeping of the machines that checked her heartbeat was the obnoxious noise that managed to wake Nicole up from out of the anesthesia medics had placed her under so that she could operate. Just as she had expected, Nikki was sitting by her side, waiting for her to wake up. "Is Vince okay?" Were the first words out of Nicole's mouth.

"Yeah, yeah. He's fine, but... Razzle... ahem.. he's gone." Nikki informed Nicole. Nicole didn't really know Razzle, but she knew he was a pretty good guy from the looks of it.

"Jesus Christ, Nic. You gotta stop coming here." Nikki sighed and buried his head in his head.

"I know." Nicole lifted her head to look at her wrapped up leg.

"We should've never went to the party. I'm sorry I brought you along. If we hadn't gone, you wouldn't have felt overwhelmed and want to leave with Vince." Nikki was pissed with himself.

"It's happens, Nikki. I'm fine. I'm alive." Nicole hushed him.

"Fuck, Nicole. Vince is going to jail and Razzle's fucking dead. You could've almost died, too. I can't do this anymore." Nikki grabbed Nicole's hand and squeezed it.

"It's not gonna happen again. Vince's only gonna go to jail for, at most, thirty days. Vehicular manslaughter and drunk driving are the only offenses they can give him." Nicole told.

"I gotta go." Nikki let go of Nicole's hand.

"Where are you going?" Nicole asked, suddenly feeling worried that Nikki was going to go do something stupid.

"I've got to get out of here, Nic. I'll see you later." And with that, Nikki left her. All alone in a cold, empty hospital room. She couldn't believe he had just done that to her. But, she knew that everything he was seeing happening around him must've been fucking him up in the head. And it didn't help that Nicole never explicitly told him that she forgave him.