“Mr. and Mrs. Hilton, a truck running the red light! Be careful!" he shouted in a panicked voice.

Meanwhile, Carlos turned and pushed Debbie down in the back seat. He held her tight in his arms as he shielded her with his body.

It all happened so fast. The next thing they heard was a deafening noise, and an impact that left Debbie with harrowing pain in the Limbs.

The anguished groans of Emmett and Carlos alarmed her all the more.

Although Carlos was shaken to the core, he said something, trying to assure her.

"Honey... I love you..." he mumbled.

But soon, her head went blank. For a moment, she was as deaf as a doorknob.

Outside, it was total mayhem. As onlookers screamed and cursed in distress, more cars knocked and piled up, brakes squeaking and horns blaring.

In the car, Carlos, as if in a spasm, squeezed her so tight that he almost suffocated her.

"Honey..." She tried to make a sound.

But something sticky fell on her face.

Trying her best to summon some strength, she stammered something, but all that came out was feeble inarticulate mumbling. Responding, Carlos sounded so weak by now, even though he still held her tightly.

Debbie tried to move, but her body wouldn't budge.

“Ambulance...the police..." Carlos said, his voice on and off over her head.

"Right, call the ambulance, ‘ she remembered. But she could barely move. She tried to reach her bag to get her phone.

At this point, a lot of people were milling around the car.

"Somebody is in the car. Hurry, call an ambulance!" a lady called out from the crowd.

Debbie wanted to know how Emmett was. No sooner had Emmett's name escaped her mouth than she passed out.

When she woke up, she heard people talking in hushed voices around her and going about with hasty footsteps. Shortly, she was moved to a bed.

Then, everything went deathly quiet.

‘What's the matter? Why am I lying here?

Oh, right, there was a car accident. Carlos! Emmett! '

She suddenly remembered. When her eyes popped open, she stared at the blank ceiling, wondering where on earth she was. It was not until she sat up that it finally dawned on her that she was on a hospital bed.

‘Carlos! Carlos! How is Carlos?"

ALL she could think of was Carlos. What happened to him? Was he safe, wherever he was? Her head began to spin as she attempted to get out of bed. The throbbing pain in her hand reminded her that she was on a drip. Clenching her teeth, she plucked the needle in the back of her hand and walked barefoot toward the door.