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The crash happened fast. One second you were joking and laughing with your mother and brother, the next you were laying upside down in the car. Your mother was bleeding from her head, a lot. Your half brother lay motionless in the backseat.

Time slowed to a crawl, slower than a snail or the rate grass grows. Your heart was pounding in your chest, breathing becoming harder and harder with each passing second. Panic had settled in, but you couldn't move. The distant sound of sirens sounded. A car door slammed.

A man ran down into the ditch wear the car was. His voice was familiar, but you couldn't pin point how. "Y/N!" The voice yelled, panicking. The man managed to pry open the passenger door and somehow get you out safely.

Your vision blurred, you looked up to see your father, Peter Petrelli. "Oh God." He muttered, adding a few cuss words at the end. Your mother was his wife, she didn't make it. Anyone could tell. Carefully, he laid you down in the trash of the ditch, mindful of your injuries.

Your brother was still alive, but in bad shape. The driver of the other car didn't make it, so Peter was here by his family. He carried your brother over by you in the grass, laying him down.

"Dad." You choke out, coughing.

"No, no shh. Don't talk Y/N." Peter soothed, holding your shoulder down so you didn't try and sit. Tears were streaming down his face.

Your brother started coughing, Peter helped him sit up a little to make it easier to cough. "Ow." He mumbled between coughs. Paramedics arrived and instantly got you and your brother to the hospital. Peter went with, trying to distract himself from the death of his wife.

"Peter?" Nathan asked, walking into the emergency room, Claire right behind him. She was staying with him for a little while just as a visit.

"Nathan. Claire." Peter mumbled, tears still running down his face.

"I'm so sorry about Becca." Claire said, crying a little herself. She pulled Peter into a hug, as well as Nathan. Becca was your mother, your brother was Jacob.

"Nothing could be done. Killed instantly." Peter mumbled, holding them tighter.

"That's horrible. How are the kids?" Nathan asked, concern on his face.

"Y/N has a few surface injuries, nothing deadly. Cuts, bruises, a couple broken bones in her arm but that'll heal. Jacob was hit in the chest by some debris. Breathing is difficult if even possible. He's gotten worse, not yet stable." Peter said, wiping the tears from his face. Claire and Nathan continued to hug and comfort him, both had been through something similar.

A couple hours later you woke up in a hospital bed. They had given you anesthesia so they could examine you thoroughly. Your father was by your side in an instant.

"Dad?" You ask, your throat dry and painful.

"Y/N." He muttered, carefully hugging you.

"How's mom? Could they save you? What about Jacob?" You choke out as fast as you could.

"Your mothers....-" He started saying before pausing. Sadness spread on his face and you knew the answer. "Jacob's stable now. He needs constant monitoring, but he should be okay."

"Oh." You mumble, tears pouring from your eyes. "At least Jakey is okay."

Jakey was a pet name for Jacob. He didn't like it much, but you called him that when he was upset. It somehow made him feel better, despite his hatred of the nickname.

"Yeah. And you." Peter added, kissing your forehead. "I'm going to check on Jacob, get some rest."

"Okay." You mumble, letting exhaustion take over.