Zac Efron Before Accident Novels & Stories

Elena, this whole medical mess is your fault! She thought she could just run away from her problems, just like before. In my previous life, she got hit by a car right after she left. In this life, I would not let her get away with causing an accident and having Liam blame me. It was up to the family to decide what happened to her. James Hoffman was the patient's grandson, and he held a lot of power in the military. Getting back at Elena would have been as easy for him as squishing a bug.

Then, he saw it. The files show that Fallon was in a devastating accident five years ago. The wreckage was unspeakable: twisted steel, shattered glass, blood on cold asphalt. Her injuries were nothing short of catastrophic: a shattered face requiring painstaking reconstruction, a mind riddled with holes from partial memory loss, and reproductive complications that doctors spoke of in hushed tones. She slipped into a coma, drifting somewhere between life and death… and didn’t open her eyes again until a year later, blinking into the sterile lights of a hospital room she didn’t recognize.

“I fell and sprained my wrist. I'm fine.” She pouted and sighed. “And I was wondering why you haven't visited in a while,” she gulped with a sullen expression. She reached out and cradled my left hand. “You sure you're really okay? I read about you and that famous actor in the papers, yunno.” I just stared at her as that simple question resounded in my head. Was I really okay? My entire life has been a whirlwind of unpleasant circumstances. From the tragic scandal about a decade ago, to the death of my dad and brother, and then this unfortunate accident that would have taken my life if Liam had not saved me on time.

"Aztec shipped me out of the country to get better treatment. He knew Sandra wouldn't agree and he faked my death. I don't know how bad that would hit her, but then I had him check on her, which didn't turn out well for her because he couldn't find her. “It Was all so wild, and I thought I would do her the favor and go from the nana she had to take care of to someone whose cancers were in remission. It wasn't the easiest choice, but for her, I would do it. “I came back as soon as I heard that she had made her first public appearance. I did know what she was planning until I saw a rage in her eyes at the press con. And that’s when I told the Franzels that I needed to meet her but they said it

I sat on the edge of my bed in the gray London light for a long time before I finally pressed play, my thumb hovering over the screen like it might burn me. Julian's voice, when it came, sounded different than I remembered, rougher, stripped of the polished calm he wore like a second skin in every boardroom and every anniversary dinner I had endured for five years. He told me about a driver named Desmond Ruiz. He told me about Penelope, confirming everything Eleanor had already relayed in careful, secondhand pieces. He told me, in a voice that cracked once, audibly, near the end, that the accident that had cost me my legs and my career had never been an accident at all.

I nodded positively. “Now tell me what happened yesterday? You said the progress was not a very big one but still visible. Tell me everything about it and what the doctor said.” As she asked, I took a deep breath to prepare myself to rewind the episode I lived through the entire day yesterday. The episode is a benchmark in our waiting period. “We got to know about something that changed our entire theories in his accident,” I said, taking a sharp breath. “He was being drugged even before he met with that accident.” As soon as I revealed this, Sister Mary had her eyes widened in horror.

Erika had been the person who had caused the accident. Suddenly the door of the room where she was opened. It was the doctors. “Step aside, sir, step aside,” they demanded while one of the doctors took Erika and another one injected her with a tranquilizer. In front of Zein's two they watched as they took it upon themselves to tie her hands and feet to the same bed, she was losing her mind from one moment to the next. Tears and pain came to Zein's heart at seeing his wife like that. “Please, let me go, let me go, let me go right now, I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, I swear it wasn't my fault, I... I... I... I don't know what happened!”

Not too cliche kind of love triangle. At age seven, he was involved in a car accident and was diagnosed with Traumatic Brain Injury. It was one of their family's dark days, as what Mrs. Miranda Styles said in an interview. It made the world feel on pins and needles to see if he would make it. But with millions of money from his father, he was miraculously cured.

And, yes, when Eijaz is not there, I met his replacement and managed to see your medical records. "The accident five years ago not only injured your brain and bones but also damaged your uterus, right?" Phoebe's words made Flavia pale. "I guess Gladwin doesn't know this yet because if he knew, he would gladly turn away. Isn't that right?" Her sarcastic tone was thick, but Flavia could only stand there in shock.

“Of course, I let the accident happen.” Zara recognized that voice. What accident was Zane talking about? She wiped her face and tiptoed closer to where his voice was coming from, making sure she was well hidden. “Yes, man. I knew my step-siblings plotted it initially, but I let it happen anyway. I saw it as a way to gain public sympathy, you know? That always sells. Then and even now. And as for my ex-wife, she should be grateful because my accident allowed her to donate her skin and gain scars that produced the sob story she was telling in there,” Zane mocked and laughed with the acquaintance.