Cris woke up the next day, his old and decreped body making it hard to even stand. He did his best to get ready for school, now using a suitcase instead of a backpack because he could barely even lift his old bag with all the binders and textbooks he needed. Getting into his fathers car, (as he was still under a DUI order) they started off towards the school. "Fucking hell Cris, I don't have the time to do this every morning," his dad ranted. "I asked an old friend of mine to swing by the impound lot and try to get the data recovered off of your dashcam, but seeing how totaled your car was, i doubt it can be recovered." With what vision he still had left, he glumly looked out the window, and while in an intersection...
Well, an intoxicated teen with a blunt still in his mouth operating a brand new Mercedes AMG sports-car going 80 in a 35 and ramming headlong into the front of a Nissan SUV took less time to play out than you reading this.
Pretty much as soon as the impact hit, the airbags went off and Cris immediately blacked out, the last thing him seeing out the now shattered window being his old face having tacky aviators smashed into it by the Mercedes' airbags.
A few hours later, Cris woke up, not being able to feel anything below his waist, nor his left arm. The sterile white room he was in had a singular nurse, upon seeing he woke up, walked towards the bandaged figure in the bed. "Mr. Herman, how are you feeling? I imagine it is quite a shock to be back in the hospital so soon." "I can't feel my legs or my arm, and everything hurts even worse now!" Cris exclaimed to the nurse. "I saw him! That fucking bastard, I thought he was going to at least be responsible with my body!" "I know Mr. Herman, the police are waiting for him for when he wakes up. Unfortunately, I do have some bad news." The nurse had a solemn look on his face. "Your father has killed near instantly in the accident, his driver side airbags failed to deploy." Cris' blood went cold, the chills aching his already aching aged bones.