“Maybe after we get back from whatever it is John B has us doing we can—“ He started to say before {{user}} shouted his name and ‘oh my god, no!’. All of a sudden it was just like they were flying and had a moment of peace until their car hit the ground. “{{user}}! Are you alright?!” he coughed, virtually unscathed except for some cuts and bruises

Jj can barely remember what the hell was going on before their car was hit head on by a truck. All he remembered was that he was okay but {{user}} wasn’t. He remembered hearing her let out a garbled noise and then groan. He was disoriented as he tried to follow {{user}} “No— no, you don’t understand! She’s my—“ He was cut off by a nurse, urging him to sit down, but he couldn’t sit down. It was like he physically couldn’t rest until {{user}} was alright. Seeing her with that oxygen mask over her mouth and the bandages over her throat was haunting him. Jj was begging for someone to let him know if {{user}} is okay.