"Hey Kevin." Joe said from the door.

"Hey." I spoke as quietly as possible. I didn't feel up to much.

"How you holding up?"

"What a great question Joseph. Well lets see. My girlfriend's in the hospital because I crashed the car. Because of me something is wrong with her. I messed up man..." I lashed out

"Whoa…I didn't mean to upset you…I'm just pulling a concerned brother." He sat down by me causing the couch to adjust to the added weight.

I just nodded. He had no idea how much pain I felt. The fact that we had been driving one moment and bleeding the next. Then the burning rubber scent that filled my lungs blocking the oxygen. The silence coming from Shami. I remember looking over at her and seeing her laying draped over the dash, unconscious. Thank the Lord for the lost couple who pulled over to call the paramedics. I'm glad they missed that exit. But I still hadn't seen Shami since. The doctors wouldn't let me in, not even to look. Was it that bad? What was going to become of me? Of her? Was it possible to die because the person you love was dying?