Mom figured that Jordan's parents would be in the operation waiting room, worrying like crazy. So as future family, she found it our duty to go see how they were doing. We found Mr. and Mrs. Bradley in each other's arms. Of course, Mrs. Bradley was crying. Mom, dad, and I sat down across from them.

"How is she doing?" my mother inquired about her future daughter in law.

"She's bleeding profusely from her head and they think she fractured her skull." Sam Bradley informed as he held tight to his wife. "So she's having surgery to see if they can heal the damage."

That was a load in itself to take in. I could barely deal with that, I couldn't imagine hearing my brother's injuries would be like. After fighting any more tears, my mother asked;

"Do you know if Mason's alright?"

Sam took in a deep breath and then replied, "His injuries are so bad that they had to air lift him here. They were just calling the helicopter when the ambulance was taking Jordan away."

More tears slid down my mother's cheeks as she fell in my father's arms. He held her tight as she cried. He ran his big hands through her stringy grey hair. Ten minutes later, someone came in the waiting room and approached us.

"Are you the parents of Mason Carson?"

My father nodded slowly as he looked up to the man. Both my parents slowly stood up. With panic written all their faces, the man pressed on what he was going to say.

"He's in the ICU right now, they're not sure if he's going to make it through the night."

Mom began to shake and sob all at the same time. Suppressing his own tears, my father insisted we see Mason. The man took us to the room where the doctors desperately tried to paste my brother's broken body back together. Even though the man warned us it would be tough looking at the state Mason was in, nothing can fully prepare you for seeing someone you love and adore in the hospital.

As you look at the strong body of the person you love so much, your insides nearly collapse. They lie there not looking like the person you grew up with. Now as they fight for their life, you are left to watch the battle. As we walked into the room, tears filled my eyes against my will.

There he was, my big brother Mason Alexander Carson lying down on a hospital bed screaming at the top of his lungs. The doctors frantically hooked and plugged many machines to him. One IV bag held a large pint of blood. I felt my stomach go queasy as the thick liquid rushed through a small narrow tube that went into his arm.

My brother's excruciating screams caused the tears that once hid in my eyes to slide down and I was just standing at the door way. My parents were by his bedside, but by their looks of horror I wouldn't dare to step closer.

"Once we get him subdued," one doctor informed making my brother sounding like an animal. "we are going to take him down for some x-rays."

After my parents nodded, the nurses slowly soothed my brother. They all said calming reassuring words to him. Still, Mason kept shouting loudly. So, one of the nurses turned and look at us.

"Can I have one of you guys talk to him? It helps tremendously when we have a family member talk so they calm down." She asked.

Mom, without hesitation, walked over to Mason's side. She began to soothe him by talking to him a quiet voice. To this day I can still hear my mom with her voice quivering calming Mason down. He slowly calmed down as the doctors frantically tried to sustain his injuries.

Finally having more then enough, I headed out to leave but my dad grabbed my arm. I looked up to him and he told me, "Call your grandparents."

Not wanting the daunting task of telling my grandparents their favorite grandchild was dying, I argued. "Dad…"

"Margret now isn't the time to argue with me!" he insisted with anger hovering his tone.

Dad then gave me his cell phone. I took it in my hands and went outside with since one, you can't get good service in a hospital and two, and you can't have cell phones in hospitals. I stood under an overhanging roof from the hospital and called my mom's parents. As I stood shaking from both being cold and nervous, I waited for Nana and Papa to answer their phone.

"Hello?" a raspy tired voice asked.

With tears beginning to hover my eyes, "Hey Papa, it's Maggie."

Papa had lost a great deal of respect and love for me after all I put my family through a year ago. So I knew I couldn't expect any cheerful response from him not mentioning it was like two in the morning.

"What do you want?" like I guessed, grumpy.

"Papa, Mason and Jordan were in a major car accident." To say those were the hardest words I had to ever say would be an understatement but also not true.

"I'll wake up Nana and we'll be over right away." Suddenly full of energy he replied.

I then told him goodbye and what hospital Mason was receiving his care. I called my dad's mom which she had a little more love and compassion for me. She knew full well that I totally made my parents lives a living hell but they still cared completely.

"Hello Grandma." I didn't mention who I was because Grandma Carson had been on my speed dial when I was feeling depressed.

"Hey sweetheart, is everything okay?"

Tears began to slide down my cheeks more rapidly, "Grandma, Mason was in a car accident and they don't think he's gonna make it through the night!"

Panicked, Grandma answered "I'll be right there baby! Do you want me to bring you anything?"

The promise my brother, my best friend, is going to live! My thoughts screamed. But instead of saying it I just shook my head and said, "No thank you."

I then hung up the phone and headed back to the emergency despite the fact I really didn't want too. I found my dad sitting in the waiting room, nervously jittering in a seat. I sat down right next to him. Since we never talked that much when things were normal, we didn't say anything to one another, besides the fact mom was in the ER with Mason.

I sat there with my thoughts spinning so fast I would go to dwell on one thing and before I could another thought interrupted. The pattern repeated itself over and over for about another hour. It finally halted when Grandma Carson entered the waiting room.

Immediately she came to me, put the things down in her hands, and embraced me. I am ashamed to admit but I began crying. I was terrified. She ran her long fingers through my dyed black hair. After nine minutes of that Grandma picked up what she had dropped and wrapped it around me. Instantly warmth filled my shaking body.

"Do you know what blanket this is, Maggie?" she inquired pushing me an arm's length away to look at me. Once I shook my head, she continued "This is the quilt your brother, you, and I made when you were little."

My tears filled my eyes and raced down my cheeks. I took the large blanket and smelled it. The memories of staying over Grandma's and putting together this special thing filled my head. It made me smile.

I then sat down after my grandma did and she opened her arms. Without any hesitation, I laid my head onto her chest. Her smooth peaceful breathing sung me to sleep. As I slowly fell to peaceful dreams, I head grandma talking to dad about Mason and the accident.