"No." I answered after thinking about it "The last thing I remember before it went black was Stone's face."

Once I had gathered up the strength to move my head, I took a glance downwards where the hospital gown covered my top half. My legs were on display, but they were cut and bruised badly. At least ten deep cuts were spread across the skin of both my legs. Some of them looked a raw red.

I let out a cry and tried to move them, but I was stopped by a hand.

"You need to rest." Mrs Lewis instructed, "Your body has went through a massive amount of trauma."

I tilted my head to the side to study my arms and to my horror, they looked the same as my legs.

Mrs Lewis brushed a hair away from my face and she stroked my cheek "The cuts are not too deep so they should not leave a mark. Some might take some time to heal."

Looking from her to Lana to the state of myself, I asked wearily "What happened?"

Lana reached out and took my hand and waited like me to hear what Mrs Lewis had to say. The older woman looked hesitant to share.

"Please Mrs Lewis." I pleaded because nothing right made any sense.

She cupped my cheeks and smiled but her eyes were not clear as she spoke "When you left the beach after seeing Stone and the fight, you walked home. You must have met up with your father and then got into your car with him. He had been drinking. You both made it as far as a few blocks away before the car swerved into a tree. The police believe your father went unconscious at the wheel."

"I do not remember." I interrupted with a sob.

A squeeze at my hand and then Mrs Lewis continued “When the paramedics got to you, they found you in a critical condition. You were barely alive. The medics at the scene wanted to prioritise your father as he was still conscious and able to respond. Your father begged them to focus on you. To save you."

My neck felt wet from the tears, and I could not stop my chest from shaking. I tried to make it stop because it hurt but I could not calm down.

"You lost a lot of blood. You are very lucky to be alive." She smiled sadly.

I knew exactly what that smile meant. It was the same practised look the hospital staff gave us when they were telling us that my mother had died.

I asked anyway "My dad?"

"The time they got you into the ambulance and in a stable condition, your father had already passed away." Mrs Lewis delivered the news "I am so sorry for your loss."

With a shaky hand, I covered my mouth to stop the cries from filling the large quiet room "No."