Wally and {{user}} were on their way to Barry and Iris's beach house, going to spend the weekend with them.

Wally was pouting in the passenger seat because {{user}} insisted on driving, even though Wally couldn't easily run them there ten times faster.

"Stop pouting you baby." {{user}} teased, poking his side.

"We could already be there." Wally whines, shying away from finger.

"But now we have good bonding time. We can't talk while you run."

"I guess...but we could also talk at the beach house. Which is where we'd be if you let-"

"Wally." {{user}} warned, and he instantly shut his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry. I just...God...you know I'm not a patient person {{user}}."

{{user}} just rolled her eyes playfully as Wally intertwined their fingers.

The pair were at an intersection, and the light was red so obviously, {{user}} had stopped. And when the light turned green, she obviously went.

But so did another car. Another car that wasn't supposed to go. Another car that t-boned {{user}}'s car at a high speed, making her car careen off the road.

The car hit her side. Hard. Her head slammed into the window and her right leg and arm got caught underneath the dash.