"Come on Cad! Time to get to Aphmau's house!" Laurence calls out, standing at the bottom of the stairs while waiting for his lava haired sister.

"Bitch I'm coming!" Cadenza calls back, finally appearing in Laurence's view at the top of stairs. She skips down and sighs, giving her brother a small hug. "Thanks for taking care of me," She smiles and he returns the gesture with a roll in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Cadenza opens the front door and steps out onto the front porch, Garroth and Laurence following. "So are we dropping me off at Aphmau's first or are we dropping Garroth off at home first?" She questions.

"Garroth," Laurence responds. Cad nods and gets into the backseat of the car, Garroth and Laurence both going into the front, the brunette in the drivers seat and the blonde in the passengers seat. Laurence turns the car on and clicks the on button for the radio. They begin to drive off, all three of them softly swaying at the peaceful music that was playing. Once they reach Garroth's house, Laurence grabs the younger's hand. "Let me walk you up to your door?" He grins. The younger giggles with a nod. Garroth and Laurence get out of the car and Cad scrambles out as well, jumping into the passengers seat, replacing the small boy. Laurence squeezes Garroth's hands. "Thank you for spending the day with me yesterday. I really enjoyed it."

"It's no problem. I loved spending the day with you. I'll have to do it again someday. Maybe later on today I'll try to work hard enough to get out of work early so I can go babysit the kids with you again?" Garroth recommends causing the brunette in front of him to bite his lip with a smile.

"I'd love that. I'll see you later on then, my angel~?" He flirts. Gar giggles with a cherry red blush, playfully smacking Laurence's arm.

"Yeah, yeah. See you later."

And with that sentence, Laurence softly kisses Garroth's forehead, turning on his heel and walking back to his car. Garroth waves goodbye as they drive off and he walks into his house afterwards. The first thing he does is dash up to Vylad's room. It was empty. No Vylad. Just as Garroth expected. It still had its furniture in it, the letters spelling Vylad's name out still hung up on the wall, shining bright. Garroth could feel some tears begin to form in his eyes. He blinks quickly, letting the tears flow out of his eyes and down to his crimson red cheeks. He takes a seat on Vylad's bed, remembering how he sat here almost everyday before the incident and remembering how Vylad would always play him a song on his guitar. Garroth quickly jumps up, grabbing his car keys and running down the stairs, out of the house with tears flying down his face. He hops into his car, taking a second to remember how his mom used to sit in the passengers seat next to him and how she would constantly play old lady songs. He remembers how she would continuously bug him about the traffic lights and the stop signs whenever he was driving with her, as if he had no idea how to drive.

He missed how life was before the incident.

He turns the car on and quickly speeds out of his driveway, driving down numerous amounts of roads and taking several turns before he arrives at the hospital. He shakily sighs, crying into his hands before putting himself together. He gets out of his car and enters the hospital, sighing at the familiar smell of mint. Once he checks himself in and such, he arrives to room 305. He opens the door watching his mom lay there, bruised and cut, some of her body parts wrapped up in several casts. Her right leg was badly burned and her face still disfigured. And her eyes were still shut since she was still in a damn coma.

He just wanted her to wake up.

Tears begin to rush down his face once again, his heart beginning to ache. He wanted his mom back. His beautiful and sweet mom back. He wanted her to wake up. He wanted to wake up. He wanted this to be a dream but sadly, it was reality. Next he visited his brother. He looked like he was in the same situation as his mom. Vylad's arm was clearly broken and several body parts were wrapped up in casts. He had an oxygen breathing mask on, and his face looked cut and bruised as hell.

But at least he was awake.

"H-Hey baby b-brother." Garroth stammers in a hushed tone and Vylad's eyes open slowly, his mouth curving upwards as he smiles at Garroth.

"Hey Garroth..." Vylad replies, his voice was soft and husky, making Garroth want to scream out in tears. It wasn't just his family. It was Laurence's too. The incident had changed their lives forever. Garroth could remember watching his mom, Vylad, Laurence's dad, and Laurence's uncle get in the car that night. He remembered waving goodbye to them with a huge smile on his face. Memories flashed in and out of his mind about hearing how a truck slammed into their car, and how when he arrived to the scene the car was flipped over and on fire. The truck had hit them, but it was more than just a slam or a crash. The truck had rammed into them that night. He could remember everyone screaming and screaming. He could remember the blood and the smell of carnage and gasoline. He could remember the bloodbaths and the shooting guns going off in his own brain, his heart screaming at him for letting them go that night. The memories just wouldn't go away. Tears had flew out of his eyes as he watched the ambulance, policemen, and firemen get Laurence's dad and uncle out of the car, along with his baby brother and his mother. "Garroth?" Vylad whispers, snapping the blonde out of his dangerous mind and back into the present.

"Y-Yes?"

"You're crying."

"W-Why wouldn't I-I b-be?" He stutters, tears rushing down his face. He still managed to put on a fake smile though, trying to reassure Vylad that it was okay. Vylad smiles in return. Except his smile is filled with sorrow and sympathy.

"Garroth I'm tired," He whispers and the blonde quickly nods, kissing his brother's forehead and walking to the door.

"I love you Vylad," He smiles before walking out, hearing Vylad say the same in return. He trudges down the hospital hallway, walking into Laurence's father's room. Laurence's father and uncle looked far far worse than his mother and his brother, since they were in the front of the car when the accident happened. Laurence's father, Hayden smiles at Garroth once he walks in.

"Hey little man," He chuckles, using his famous nickname for the blonde. He chose that nickname for him because when Garroth was 5, he was unusually smaller than 5 year olds were supposed to be. It's strange, yes, but the young boy had gotten used to it after all these years of knowing the Zvhal family.

"Hey Hayden. You feeling better?" Garroth softly asks, frowning himself once Hayden's smile dissolves from his beautifully tanned face.

"I'm still in pain, but it'll get better. At least I hope so."

Garroth shakily sighs, covering his face with one hand and squeezing the bed handle with the other. "Yeah, I hope so too." Garroth suddenly feels angry at the thought that if maybe the truck driver hadn't been drunk driving and had been paying attention that night, they wouldn't have crashed.

And maybe if alcohol wasn't such a drug on people, none of this would have ever happened.