You never liked hospitals. It was full of people running around in chaos and people in the lobby crying or close enough to it. But when you slowly awoke in the hospital, you didn't care about anything except the bed beneath you. Your left arm and back were in excruciating pain, but all you remember about what had happened is a window and you flying out it. You didn't get a chance to look around, and observe the room you were in before the door opened and a male doctor with short brown hair walked in, with a clipboard in his hand. He looked down at it as he entered the room.

"Are you...(Y/N) (L/N)" the doctor asked. You nodded your head as you read his name tag. Samuel Mason it read.

"Well, these are some of the X-ray's we took of both of your arms and your back while you were asleep." Dr. Mason said walking over to the three X-ray's on the wall. "The only noticeable damage you have is on your left arm. And as I'm sure you can see, that's the one with the crack on the Ulna bone." Still not saying anything, you shot him a questioning look.

"That's the bone on the inside of your arm." he answered. "By the way, do you know anything about what happened to you?" Dr. Mason asked.

"Something with a window," you say barley above a whisper. With the exception of that window scene in your mind, you couldn't remember anything at all. Dr. Mason just nodded slightly.

"Do you know what today's date is?" he asked next.

"August something." you say, a little louder this time. Another small nod.

"Close enough," he finally responded. "It's August 10th, if you want to know. That was just a test I usually do to see if patients have amnesia, which it seems you luckily don't have. I do, however, know what happened, based on the police reports." You eyes widened in curiosity as the doctor pulled up the chair to your right.

"You were in a pretty serious car wreck. Your mother was driving, and she tried to go through a yellow light before it turned red, but she was a little too far back to make it in time, and another car hit the right side of yours. That's all we know as of right now. Does any of that ring a bell or sound familiar to you?" As Dr. Mason recalled the accident, it all came back to you.

"I remember it now," you said to the doctor. "We were on our way to my aunt's house." Dr. Mason raised an eyebrow as you said that.

"You're not from here?" he asked, surprised. You tried to think back to where the wreck was.

"Unless this is Sherrill, I'm not." you answered. Now Dr. Mason was thinking.

"Sherrill is about... 70 miles from here, if I'm not mistaken. This is Arendelle." Dr. Mason said. You just shrugged. You've never heard of Arendelle.

"Well, it's time for you to get some more rest. I just came in to show you the X-rays. Your left arm is the other part of your body that needs time to heal," Dr. Mason said, getting out his seat. "You were very lucky."

"Wait," you say, getting Dr. Mason's attention one more time. "Where are my parents?" you asked cautiously. Dr. Mason looked at the clipboard.

"Your mother is in room 8-22, your father is in 4-4, and Ms. Elizabeth Lott is in 7-15. Unfortunently, they're in critical condition." Your eyes widened again. Elizabeth, you think to yourself, I completely forgot about her.

"Is this Elizabeth a friend of yours?" the doctor asked. You simply nodded, and Dr. Mason nodded back.

After you hear the door close shut, you try to rest, but with the noise outside, it wasn't very easy to do so.

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You didn't get much sleep before you were awoken by another doctor, this one female.

"(Y/N) (L/N)?" she asked.

"Yeah?" you reply, still tired. She stepped back from the bed, and looked you straight in the eye. This was not a good sign, and you could tell.

"I hate bringing bad news..." the nurse started, but then paused. The wait was only a few seconds, but it felt like eternity.

"Unfortunatly, your father and mother didn't make it. We tried to save them, but they both lost too much blood." You didn't move. Everything stopped. The nurse stopped. The noises outside stopped. Your heart stopped.

"What about Elizibeth?" was all you could bring yourself to say after another unbearable silence. The nurse shook her head.

"I don't know" she said, apologetically. You didn't know if you believed her. Both of your parents seemed... untouchable. They were always bright and optimistic, and, at times, it appeared as they had conquered the world. But looks can be deceiving, in a very cruel way.

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You were in your car. Your mom and dad in the front, laughing. You and Elizabeth in the back seat, both anxious to see how your aunt was going to like your girlfriend, whim you've been dating for almost two years. Then, the next thing you knew, you heard an extraordinarily loud BOOM! before you were flying out the car window. You landed on the street's asphalt, hard. You could see a crack from your left side, but you weren't worried about your arm, you saw something much worse. To your right, Elizabeth was on the ground, blood on her beautiful black hair, and dripping down to the black skin on her neck. That was the last image you saw before losing consiousness, and, for some odd reason, you knew it was the last you would see of your dear Elizabeth.

You woke up, and you were shaking. No, it was worse than shaking, you were trembling. As soon as you calmed yourself down, Dr. Mason walked in, with a grim look as he closed the door.

"She didn't survive either, did she?" you asked, already knowing the answer. Dr. Mason shook his head no. You weren't surprised, but it was still too surreal to fully grasp.

"That was obviously the bad news," the doctor started. "But the good news is that the man in the car that ran into yours is here." he finished, looking to find any other emotion in your face. But all you were showing was confusion.

"How hurt is he?" you asked, still not looking at Dr. Mason.

"He isn't hurt. He's here for you." he answered. "After we told him that both of your parents were dead, he felt responsible, so he wants to see how you're doing, if you are okay with him coming in." You took a deep breath in.

"Yeah, he can come," you replied. Dr. Mason left, which left you by yourself. You tried to sing to help you relax, but your throat was in too much pain, so you tried to get out of denial, and hopefully start the healing process, but you were having trouble with that as well, so you just laid there until Dr. Mason was back with the other man.

"Well, (Y/N), this is Oaken." Dr. Mason said, as Oaken streched out his hand toward you, and you shook his hand. The first thing you noticed about him his that he was extremely tall, at least 6' 8'' or even 6' 9''. The second was his mustache and sideburns together, like the Monopoly Man's moustache.

"Yoo-Hoo," he said to you, in a strong scandivavian accent.

"Hello?" you asked more than said.

"Oaken is from Norway, that's where the accent comes from." Dr. Mason said before leaving you two alone.

"I vant to first say 'I'm sorry' for your family and friend." Oaken said as he sat down across from you.

"It's fine. You had a green light." you said, trying to make sure Oaken didn't feel blamed, but he was still taken aback by your composure

"You seem surprisingly nice for someone in you position, yah?" Oaken asked, confused. Yah? you thought to yourself.

"I guess a little," you admit, shrugging. You and the norwegian sat in silence. There was a lot of silence for you in the past two days, but you enjoyed it.

"Vell...," Oaken started, trying to think of what to say. "Do you have anywhere to stay?" Your eyes widened. You haven't even thought about that. You were thinking about what had happened that you didn't think about what you should do from here.

"I guess not right now." you say, trying to think of anyone. Dr. Mason entered the room with a sheet of paper in his hand as you finished your sentence.

"I'm sorry to interupt, but do you have anywhere to go from here," Dr. Mason asked, still looking down at the form.

"Actually, ve were just talking about zat," Oaken said rising from his seat, and you forgot how tall he was. "Is it good if I take (Y/N) back to my house?"

Both you and Dr. Mason rose an eyebrow.

"Do you have any relatives who can take you? Like your aunt?" Dr. Mason asked, finally looking up from his paper.

"No, she barely has enough money to take care of herself," you explain.

"What about grandparents?"

"I don't have any living anymore."

"Older cousins?"

"I'm the oldest."

"Well Mr. Oaken, we may have to jump over some hoops, but I think we can get you to legally take (Y/N) home." Dr. Mason said, after he couldn't find anyone able to take care of a high school kid. As Oaken and Dr. Mason left, you laid back down on the bed and, for the first time in over ten years, you cried.