Degrassi Accidents Will Happen Novels & Stories

“BRAD JASPER INVOLVED IN A GHASTLY ACCIDENT.” It felt like something cold slammed into my chest. “You said what? Where exactly? What happened?” I asked rhetorically, my words rushing out like I didn’t have control over them. As if Mellisa could have the answer to the questions I was asking. She held her hands up a little, her face tightening. “Nicole, you need to calm down first. From what I am seeing here, it is indicated where the accident occurred but then, as a public figure there is no way they would disclose the hospital just like that.”

"Do you know a Ms. Vanessa Grant?" "Yes," I answered. "This is the emergency department at Briarwood General Hospital," she continued. "There was a car accident on the highway. Ms. Grant was driving under the influence and speeding. She's badly injured, and her condition isn't good. Could you come to the hospital?" I froze for a moment. It took me several seconds to process what she had just said. So after running out of my wedding in a panic, Vanessa had gone and done something reckless again. In the past, I might have mistaken that for love.

I was in a private room, staring out the window — wondering why Shayla hadn't woken up yet when Dame had. When he had woken up, the first that Dame had said was paparazzi. "They are the cause of this accident," He had whispered to my assistant, who was recording it all so that he could show me. "They were so loud and came out of literally nowhere, and it startled me, so I slammed on the brakes, but I forgot that we were on a gravel road. Slamming on brakes on a gravel-top road can make you lose complete control of the car and it can violently smash into a structure, especially when there are rows and lines of building on each side. I was turning the wheel to the left, but the car kept going

If I had been that careless to forget, both of us would either be dead or badly injured. I glanced at her who turned to a tinge of purplish red in an awful mixture of fear, breathlessness, and nausea. Eriez’s lecture came to mind and I remembered high amount of gravitational forces from increased acceleration or sudden deceleration could cause some serious fluid imbalances and cerebral asphyxiation that in consequence would lead to fainting or worse, heart attack and death. And she wasn’t used to this type of reckless driving. “Are you okay?” I asked in panic.

Murray turned around first, his face clammy and colorless. He looked at me, but couldn’t meet my eyes. “Over there,” he said. I’ve seen thresher accidents. LP gas explosions. I’ve pulled bodies out from underneath semis. Once there was a biker who hit a patch of black ice on 218 and spread three-quarters of his skin across a quarter mile of road. I’d never seen anything like this.

I was scrolling on the brand new phone that Sansa had brought for me alongside my clothes while I was at the hospital, pouring what would be considered excess milk in my cereal when I saw the hottest trending news. BILLIONAIRE MARCHETTI’S BROTHER DEAD IN A CAR CRASH. BILLIONAIRE SET TO FACE THE LAW FOR TEENAGER’S DEATH IN CAR CRASH. And many more like that, I closed my eyes briefly, bending to cool my head on the marble counter of the kitchen counter. Of course the kid’s parents were gonna file a lawsuit. It was an accident for crying out loud. I’m not gonna blame them though, they lost a kid, I haven’t lost my brother yet but I feel like shit already.

Stephen was left stunned. "You didn't know?" Irene laughed dryly. "Do you really think that he would still talk to me about his affairs?" "No," Stephen quickly said, and sighed. "Mick had an accident on his way to the airport. It was horrific—the taxi driver died on the spot, while Mick was critically injured. Luckily, help reached him in time and he survived. Still, don't you think that it's too much of a coincidence? Don't you think Isaac Jefferson is behind that?"

POLITICAL CONSORTIUM ALLEGEDLY LINKED TO LAURENT AND BROOKE FAMILIES. I sat at the kitchen island scrolling through headline after headline, my coffee going cold beside me, while Declan paced the length of the room on the phone with Adrian, his voice sharp and clipped in a way that told me the situation was worse than either of them had expected. “Isaac’s in the hospital,” he said, hanging up finally, his face grim. I set my cup down hard enough that coffee sloshed over the side. “What happened?” “Car accident. Last night, coming from somewhere on the industrial side of the city.” Declan’s jaw tightened. “Adrian says it doesn’t look like an accident. Someone ran him off the road.”

But what my own husband cared about the most was whether Letizia had been taken advantage of at the bar. "She's been through a terrifying ordeal, you say?" My voice was as rough as sandpaper. "She went clubbing and got hit on by a man. In your eyes, that's a terrifying ordeal. In that case, what do you call nearly dying in a car crash?" Marcello frowned, the impatience practically spilling out of his eyes. "Why do you keep talking about death? Haven't I already arranged for the best medical team in the city to attend to you? Besides, a military-grade collision protection system was installed on that car. Letizia had already calculated the odds to prove that you would've been just fine."

If a medical professional gives a statement that the car accident is the reason for her miscarriage, she might be able to file a strong complaint against him. "I'm sorry, dear," Daisy held Jacques's hand. "Even if everything you say happened, it still isn't proof that your miscarriage was due to the accident. You miscarried within an hour of the accident and it is doubtful..." The nurse explained and Jacques pulled her hand out of the nurse's grip. Of course! What was I thinking? A random cop on the road was that monster's lackey. How would be a nurse working in his mother's clinic do anything against him?