178: Cold

But of course he didn't die.

Devon Tyler is a tough son of a bitch. He broke his arm and his nose and lost three molars, is on the verge of losing his left eye, but he's alive. He's in a stable condition, too.

He's been in and out of consciousness for hours. He's already been told what happened, not that he needed an extensive explanation. He felt it in his bones when that van hit them. His last thought was 'fuck' as the car rolled over. He doesn't remember a single thing after that. What he wants to know is how Amelia is. He's been asking about her, but no one seems to hear him. He doesn't even know if he's talking or if it's all in his head. Why won't anyone answer him?

He doesn't want to hear bad news. She can't be dead. He took most of it. They both had seat belts on. If she's hurt, it can't be anything life-threatening. He tells himself this over and over again, but without news, he's slowly driving himself insane. He wished vehemently that he didn't care, but there's no point in