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Rasha looked around the table that she had set up and bit her lip.  She had different Syrian baking and meals spread out across the table hoping to sell them and donate the money earned to help pay for the medical bills of some of the victims of last week’s accident.  She looked around and sat down, nervous that nobody would buy anything and that all of her hard work would go to waste. Seeing a shadow she looked up and gave a shy smile.  “Hi, would you like to buy something?”

Everything since the day of the accident during the mayor’s speech had been a blur. With the help of the nurses tending to her, Elly was able to start piecing together more about what happened; and she hated everything she was learning. When she’d first woken up in that hospital bed with her arm in the sling, she recalled all the blood on her arm and how much it had initially hurt. But she still wasn’t sure what the exact injury was until she met with one of the doctors. He explained to her that she’d gotten a deep cut that injured her brachial artery and that she’d gone through a several hour surgery to repair it and the rest of the damage the injury had caused. 

                                                               Everything around him played in flashes---consciousness poking into his brain and pulling him into reality after three days in the Hyperbaric Oxygenation Chamber. He could barely remember opening his eyes once within the past days, enough to notice the equipment around him and erratically ask for his son. His long lost son. And then, his sister. He saw her---he saw her collapse bloody on the grass, at the other side of the park. As for him? He’d ensured his wife was okay before rushing to the front of the inflamed stage where the mayor spoke to drag away the kids and citizens sitting on the front row. He remembered trying to get to her but feeling his eyes and lungs burn, and his chest ache with the worst pain he’d ever felt. And Elly---Elly. “Where---where is she?” he mumbled incoherently. It was only then he noticed the oxygen mask covering his mouth. The beep of the heart rate monitor quickened on his side as he sat up way faster than he should and reached to remove the mask. 

Liv was terribly distraught from the incident in town square. So many of her friends had been injured, and she never thought such a thing would ever happen in Crownsville. It was still difficult to completely process what had occurred, but still, Liv wanted to do something to help cheer everyone up. She couldn’t sleep, so she had the idea to go to the kitchen and start baking. The next morning when she went to see a few friends up at the hospital, she brought little bags of baked goods with her to give to both people recovering as well as visitors. “Excuse me, would you like one?” the small blonde asked, gesturing towards the basket she carried in her arms. “If not, I won’t be offended.”

Siggy was practically shaking as she stood there looking over the damage that had been down. The mixture of blue lights from the cop cars and red lights from the ambulance blinding her amongst the smoke. She took a deep but shaky breath as she started to look around for the people she cared about, relieved at the fact she didn’t have to worry about Bryce or Emma being there since they were both at staying at a friend’s house the night before and probably enjoying their time.