Alex drove past the other cars, the blurred movement filled his peripheral. The cool air flowed over him from the slightly open window, his dirty blond hair flowing in the wind. His green eyes focused on the road as his hands clenched the steering wheel. Something came out onto the side of the road, unable to know what it was Alex looked over for a few seconds, looking back to see him about to crash into the car in front of him. His eyes expanded in shock and surprise, he tried to swerve over but it was too late. His car crashed totaling it ,and him. Everything hurt like hell, he couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't move. He slammed his head onto the dashboard from the impact. He could hear everything around him, the panicked bystanders trying to help, and the sirens of what he assumed was an ambulance. He was right in his assumption as he could hear the paramedics talking to each other about him, their voices calm, stern and hurried. He couldn't remember much of the drive to the hospital or a while after. When he got back the himself he heard the doctor talking to Brayden. "He's in a coma we don't know how long for, he's lucky to have even survived." The doctor said his tone a sad one. "I understand." Brayden said in reply, Alex could tell he was in distress even if he sounded calm. He thought back to the doctors words, lucky. LUCKY! How am I lucky? I'm in a coma for crying out loud. I can't move, I can't see, I would much rather be dead! He thought to himself angrily, trying his best to come to terms with it.