It's funny how one choice can mess up your entire night.

Max had just finished his Tubby Joe's pizza. It had been good, but how could it not be. Few stands had that pepperoni, mushroom, and sausage combo he liked so much. He threw out his napkin, stashed his wallet in his fanny pack beside his combat yo-yos and stood enjoy the nice evening air.

It was seven. The sun was almost completely gone over the horizon. He could go straight to the theater and wait outside, or cut through the alley he was standing next to and take the scenic route to the theater. Maybe it was the night air, or his excitement for the concert, maybe he just wanted to stretch his legs. Either way he decided to take the alley and walk through the long way.

Big mistake.

He had made it through the alley and was preparing to cross the street. He waited for the light to change like all good boys do and started across the asphalt. As he made his way across the road he was surprised to hear someone yell off to his left. The sound of a horn met his ears and he turned just in time to see the car that hit him.

Some people say that when they were in accidents they blacked out, forgetting the event. Max wished he was one of those people.

Instead he felt with stunning clarity the black sedan slam into him. His leg have a nasty Crack as he rose up. His head hit the windshield and he heard the sound of cracking glass.

His momentum carried him over the vehichle. He grabbed desperately at his power, but his body refused the call. His back slammed into the top of the sedan and he got a wonderful view as he came down and landed on the asphalt on his face.

His vision swam, everything around him was a low rumble. He tried to move bit failed. He laid there for what felt like an eternity. Blood tricked down into his eye and he tried to bat it away to no avail.

Color flooded his sight as the ambulance showed up. The EMTS rushed over. Blackness. He awoke to feel himself being strapped in and lifted into the ambulance. Blackness.

"Come on kid, stay with me." He heard the EMT.

He opened his eyes. Florescent light hurt them. He was being wheeled into a hospital.

"Family or relatives?" He heard a voice ask.

"ID says he is from Virginia. No idea." The EMTS replied.

"Find them, get them on the phone." The strange voice countered.

He felt himself drifting out of consciousness again. What had he done wrong? All he had wanted was to go to the theater and have a nice night. It wasn't fair that....

Blackness.

Glancing at the clock. Juliette judged her time frame. 6:50. She had enough time before the performance to get ready and maybe even get something quick to eat.

She let out a quick breath and glanced in the mirror as she applied the last touch of makeup. Normally, she wouldn't have bothered, but the theatre seemed like a place that people got a little dressed up for. Not that she would know. She hardly ever got out anymore.

Out of the corner of her eye, Juliette spotted something moving on her dresser. Was it...? Yeah, it was definitely her phone.

Juliette picked up the little rectangle with a sigh. She knew exactly what was coming. There had been some sort of accident, and she was needed at the hospital. Great. Just great.

She scrolled through her phone for a brief second before realizing that she had never asked Max for any way to contact him. In fact, she didn't even know his last name.

With a sigh, she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to stand Max up. She hoped desperately that she would be able to find another way to get in contact with him, and that he wouldn't hold it against her. She had, after all, told him that it might be the case.

Quickly, she replaced her nicer clothes with scrubs and grabbed her bag. She rushed out the door and took her usual route to the hospital.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about that night. Her walk was typical, the weather was typical, even the subway was typical. It was only when she got to the hospital that anything unusual happened.

Juliette dumped her stuff in her locker and rushed into the emergency room, knowing that they would need her immediately. Her eyes widened at what she saw. 

Max, whom she was supposed to be meeting at any second, was sprawled out on a stretcher, covered in blood. He made no movements and appeared to be completely unconscious.

"Alright, what happened?" She asked the EMTs that accompanied the gurney down the crowded hallway.

"Car collision," one of them replied immediately before handing off the job of wheeling the stretcher over to the nurses and doctors around her. "Closed fracture in the femur, possible concussion, and possible rib fracture."

Juliette nodded at them, signalling that they could go before she looked over to Max. It was not a pretty sight. It wasn't something that Juliette was used to; seeing people that she knew in the hospital. She knew so few people that the chances of it were very small.

Max was wheeled into a small room in the ICU and hooked up to several machines. 

"Max, can you hear me?" Juliette asked him loudly over the other noises. His heart rate was steady, he had simply blacked out. "Can you open your eyes?"