Emery still waited on him, not having known what'd happen.

Noah was rushed off to the hospital in the ambulance, and went right into surgery. The doctors worked on removing the pieces of twisted metal that had lodged themselves in his abdomen as the other nurses fixed his legs, neck, and arms and put them into casts and a neck brace. Within a few minutes, the crash was up on the news everywhere.

Emery cheked the news and saw Noah in it, speeding down the freeway to the hospital. She burst in, bustling to the receptionist. "I- Noah, from the wreck, is he here?" She asked frantically, the recpetionist nodding and finding a area she could wait.

The receptionist nodded. "Yes, darling, he's in surgery," she replied. "Please just wait over there for him,"

Noah wasn't stabilized until the next few hours. He'd flatlined on the operating table, but the doctors managed to keep him alive. Noah was wrapped up in bandage upon bandage upon bandage. He had IV's, heart monitors, ventilators, everything you could think of was attached to him, keeping him alive.

Noah remained unconscious.

She eventually drifted off while still crying.

Noah remained unconscious for the next few days.

Emery remained at his bedside.

Noah woke a week after the accident.