Allie Johnson had suffered internal injuries and severe head trauma in a head-on collision. She flew through the windshield, into another boy who was on his way through his own windshield. Nick was, of course, killed instantly, but Allie was quite a fighter. Her heart continued to beat. It was beating as they rushed her to an emergency room. It was beating as they hooked her to a dozen different life-support machines. It was beating as they worked on her on an operating table for five hours to repair her massive wounds, and it was still beating after all the operations were done.

Thanks to medical science, and a body that simply would not give up, Allie did not die. Although her wounds were severe, her damaged body eventually healed, and her brain still showed a hint of basic brainwave pattern, proving that she was not entirely brain-dead. Brain-dead would have been easy. It would have given everyone a reason to just throw in the towel. But now Allie’s parents were both blessed, and cursed, with the smallest fraction of hope.

“I won’t try to sugarcoat this for you,” the doctor had told her parents several weeks into Allie’s coma. “She could wake up tomorrow, she could wake up next month, next year, or she might never wake up at all—and even if she does, there’s a good chance she won’t be the girl you remember. Her brain might be too damaged for higher cognitive functions—right now we just don’t know.” Then, in that compassionate yet heartless way that doctors have, he told Allie’s distraught parents this: “For your sake, I hope she either wakes up the same girl you knew, or dies very quickly.”

But neither of those two things happened. And now in a hospital somewhere, in a room somewhere, in a bed somewhere, Allie Johnson lies asleep unable to wake up …

… because her soul is in Everlost.

CHAPTER 29
Teed for Two