Blast From The Past

Author's Note: Bad title, I know, but it's all that I could think of, especially since I wrote this literally right after I was done with my Spanish final, which I got an F on. Anyway, this is my second Breakfast Club story, and it's Bender/Claire (of course!) Sorry if Bender seems a little OOC! I hope that you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't care, don't sue.

Prologue

John Bender was driving his dad's station wagon over to Claire's, to see what she had called him about. Sure, his dad would be pissed that he was driving it, but he was so drunk that he didn't care. He was driving through a green light when suddenly a car came out of nowhere barreling towards him. What the fuck? He thought. He tried to drive out of the way, but it was too late. The car hit John's side of the car, and the last thing he said before he blacked out was, "Shit!"

Meanwhile…

Brian was watching the news, bored, when there was a report about an accident. He listened intently as the reporter started to talk about it.

"The driver of the car that was hit, John Bender, Jr., was severely injured. He was taken to Shermer Hospital, where doctors say he is currently still out of it. And now for the sports…"

Brian ran to the phone. The first person he called was Claire. He waited, rather impatiently, for her to pick up.

"Hello?" came a voice from the other end.

"Claire?" he asked quickly, sighing with relief.

"Yes, this is she…" he heard her say, and he could tell that she was frowning slightly.

"It's Brian. Listen, have you heard from John at all today?" he asked, getting right to the point.

"Oh, hey, Brian. I talked to him this morning. He was supposed to be here half an hour ago. I don't know what's taking him so long, though…" she trailed off. "Why?"

"Well, he's at the hospital. He got in an accident, must've been on the way there. It was just on the news." Brian said, upset.

"Oh, God! What are we going to do?" she asked, panicking.

"I'll meet you at the hospital in 10 minutes. I'm going to call the others and tell them to meet us there. I'll see you in a few." He said, hanging up. He sighed, and then called Andy and Allison.

10 minutes later…

They all walked up to the receptionist, and Andy said, "We're here to see John Bender. Could you please tell us which room he's in?"

The receptionist scanned the list of patients and their rooms. She said, "He's in room 208…in the ICU."

Claire ran to his room and gasped. He was covered in cuts and bruises, and his left arm was in a cast. He had a big gash across his shoulder, which must've been from the seatbelt. She walked over to him and said, "John, can you hear me? It's me, Claire. Brian, Allison, and Andy are all here, too. John? John?"

The doctor walked in and said, "I don't think that you're going to have any luck with that."

Brian looked up at him and said, "Why is that, doctor?"

"Because," he began, "he's in a coma."

"WHAT!" Allison said, shocked.

"You could try coming back tomorrow. We've been trying to get him out of it since he got here." The doctor said, apologetically. "I'm sorry to rush you out of here like this, but we need to do a quick check-up on him, and we can't have any visitors in here."

Claire nodded, as if to say, "I understand." She kissed John on the cheek and whispered, "I love you, John." Then, they all walked out, hoping that he would be out of it tomorrow.

TBC…

Haha! I love leaving cliffies! All right, maybe that wasn't that big of a cliffhanger, but it was supposed to be a teaser of sorts. Also, before you mention it in your reviews, I am aware that there is another story like this, but I read that before I wrote this, so that I wouldn't be copying anyone's ideas. Please R&R! Flames are accepted, but please try to not be too harsh in them. As always, constructive criticism is always welcome. The next chapter will be up as soon as possible. Thanks!

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