Mylo swerves to the left, because of the ice-y roads we keep going until we hit the ditch, where we flip over, the car landing on its roof. 
I let out a deep breath and look at Mylo, who has his hands on the ceiling.
I turn back to look at Apollo, he was on the roof, his neck bent at an impossible angle. 
"Mylo." I say, looking up at him.
"Hmm?" He hums. 
I swallow all the saliva in my mouth. "Is Apollo okay?" 
Mylo turns back and shakes his head. "Open the glove box." 
I reach forward and open the glove box, all the contents spilling onto the ceiling. 
"There should be a flip phone or something, just look." He commands.
I dig through the spilled contents and pull out a flip phone, handing it over to him. 
Mylo presses a few digits and holds it up to his ear. "Hello? Yeah we need an ambulance, we're at.."
I turn and look at the road. "Exit 121." 
"Exit 121 we rolled our car and our son's injured, please hurry." Mylo says, then hangs up the phone. "They're on their way." 
I nod. 
"Put your hands on the ceiling."
I nod and do as told, glancing back at the un-moving Apollo. "Apollo, buddy? Wake up." 
"Hazee, please." Mylo says, looking at me with distraught eyes. 
I turn back to Mylo. "He can't die." 
"He might have to, and we'll let him go and we'll live on, just like we did with Eugene." Mylo says. 
"He's not Eugene! Apollo is caring and smart and Apollo!" 
I could hear sirens approaching, the red and blue lights flashing.
"I'm sure he'll be fine." Mylo coaxes. 
The passenger door swung open and a paramedic stood there. She crouches down and grabs my shoulder, pulling me out of the car.
I look over at Mylo, who's climbing out himself.
"I've got the girl, minimal to no damage, maybe some glass cuts." The paramedic says into his radio on his shoulder.
"Apollo." I whisper.
The paramedic looks over at me. "What sweetheart?" 
"The backseat, Apollo." I say. 
The paramedic nods, turning back to the car. 
Mylo rushes up to me, pulling me into a hug. 
I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my head into the crook of his neck. This was just the type of support I need. 
I look over at the paramedic, who was carrying Apollo to the ambulance, a panicked look on her face. 
"I don't think that's a good sign." Mylo whispers in my ear. 
I shake my head. 
Mylo grabs the sides of my head and forces me to look him in the face. "We have to stick together for this." 
I nod, leaning in and giving him a peck. 
"Sweetheart, Sir, you'll have to ride in the ambulance." The paramedic says. 
I turn back and nod at her, leading Mylo into the ambulance. 

We were sat in the waiting room of the ER, people looking at us weird. 
It isn't often a white-haired, red-eyed guy and a black-eyed girl are in a hospital together, obviously anxious.
"Mr. Orem and Ms. Nadia." The nice receptionist says. 
I stand and smooth my dress, taking Mylo by the hand and walking to Apollo's room. 
In Apollo's room, the paramedic lady stood by the bed, the doctor at his computer. 
"Ms. Nadia?" The doctor asks
I nod. 
"Apollo, I'm sorry, hasn't made it." He informs.
I felt my whole world collapse in that moment. 
The paramedic moved the thin plastic-y covers of the hospital bed to cover Apollo's beautiful face.
Mylo pulls me into a hug, rocking me back and forth. 
"We'll leave you in your mourning." The paramedic says, exiting the room. 
I feel tears stream down my face. 
"Hazel, we'll get through this together, don't worry." Mylo presses a kiss to my temple. "It's okay to cry."