You felt a little foolish for leaving behind the sweets and the note on Jared's front door step, and you knew that he would be the one to find them, not Jensen. But you hoped that after talking to Jared, he would see reason, and not throw it away before giving it to Jensen.

This lunch meeting was important, one of the most important meetings you would ever have in your life. Of course you've had many important interviews and meetings before, but this one involved your heart. And you weren't sure you could handle it if Jared was cold and indifferent to you, even after explaining yourself.

You still hadn't moved your car from the curb in front of Jared's house. It sat idling as your mind wandered, an uneasy pit in your stomach as you dreaded what was ahead of you. You loved Jared, he was your friend, a close one. But he was Jensen's friend first, and they were as close as brothers, and you knew that he would take Jensen's side no matter what. You were afraid that no matter what you said to him, he wouldn't care. And because of that, you almost texted him to cancel the lunch. It would have been the coward's way out, but right now you weren't feeling very brave.

You even had your phone in your hand, ready to pull up his name, but a message from Gen changed your mind. "How is everything going this morning? I'm at set, and Jensen won't talk to anybody, so I can't tell how he is feeling. Misha was in his trailer earlier, but when he stepped out he didn't look too happy. I hope your lunch with Jared goes smoothly. We will talk later."

You couldn't believe how wonderful Gen was, how nice it was to have a friend like her. You texted her back quickly. "I've done a couple of things to hopefully help my cause. On my way to lunch with Jared right now. And thanks again for your help. You're amazing." As you clicked send, you received another text, this one from Jared. Hoping he wasn't canceling on you, you quickly opened it. "I have a table already. See you soon."

Glancing at the clock, you gasped at the time. Somehow you had been sitting in front of his house a lot longer than you had thought, and now you only had ten minutes to get halfway across town. Dropping your phone onto the seat next to you, you put the car in drive. You kept it slow through the neighborhood, knowing many of his neighbors knew your car and would complain to him if you sped. But as soon as you came to the main road, you romped on it, trying to make up some time. Luck was not with you that time, because it seemed like every light you came across turned red. Tapping your fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, you groaned at the third light you came to. Using the time, you flipped down your visor, checking your make-up. Your little cry fest as you had written the note hadn't done too much damage. Your eyes were red and puffy, but you didn't really want to change that. You wanted Jared to see how messed up you were about the whole thing. Flipping the visor up just as the light turned green, you romped on the gas pedal, knowing you were only about two minutes away from the cafe you were meeting Jared at.

What you didn't expect was the tall, powerful truck that decided to run through their own red light. As you sped halfway through the intersection, you glanced to your left, just in time to see the headlights of his truck heading straight your way. You could only brace yourself for the impact, knowing there was no way you could move out of his way. His headlights zoomed closer before colliding with the side of your jeep, crushing the half metal door. You cried out as the impact pushed your jeep to the side, pinning you between the mangled metal and the steering wheel. Your head snapped forward, colliding hard with the steering wheel, before being slammed backwards into the headrest by the airbag. The stone retaining wall stopped your jeep, and you were stuck between it and the truck. You dimly heard your horn going off, but didn't pay it much mind as your entire body screamed out in pain. As your eyes slowly started to close, you heard your phone ring from on the floor, but you couldn't move to pick it up.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Stay with me!" A stranger's voice yelled at you through the front window, but your eyes wouldn't open, and your last thought before you succumbed to the pain was of Jensen. And how he may never know how truly sorry you were, how you had wanted to fix things so badly.

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You couldn't move. That was the first thing you noticed as you slowly came back into consciousness. You felt as if your entire body was weighted down, your arms and your legs both disobeying your orders to move. Your head hurt, horribly, the beeping sounds from the room making it even worse. You wanted to groan, to cry, to do something to help release some of the pain you were feeling, but you weren't in control of your body.

The only thing you could do was lay there, your eyes closed and listen. You could hear voices in the room with you, both familiar and comforting. But whatever they were talking about, it wasn't making them happy. You concentrated on listening it, ignoring the pounding as it increased in your head.

"Dude, what the hell happened?" Jensen's voice rang out, and while you were relieved to hear it, you were also surprised. You weren't sure you had expected him to be there, not after what had happened.

"She was on her way to meet me. When she didn't show, I called her to see what was up. One of the cops answered the call, and let me know what happened. I called you as soon as a I heard." You heard Jared explain.

"How bad is it? Have they said?" Jensen asked, a shadow darkening your the bright lights that shown through your eyelids.

You heard feet shuffling before Jared answered again. "I got here only minutes before you. The doctor hasn't been in yet, but from what the nurses said, it's not good. They were talking about prepping her for surgery."

"Damn it." Jensen muttered, and you could feel yourself become tired, wanting to sink back into the darkness that took away your pain. "What if she never wakes up? What if we never get the chance to make things better between us once again?" Was the last thing you heard.