This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, I know it's not actually good so I'm sorry if you don't like it :c Thanks for reading!

"Hey, Janie, when did it happen?", asked Trent slowly with a sorrowful expression.
Jane's brother was driving, even though she could be completely capable of driving to the hospital herself, Trent was also as concerned as she was about seeing Daria.

"It was yesterday", she answered without adding anything else.
That day, Jane Lane did not feel like talking too much. It was acceptable since the day before her best friend, Daria, had almost died.

How? Why?, were the questions that were hitting the walls of Jane's mind since that morning, when Helen Morgendorffer called her and gave the the awful news, struggling not to break down while talking to her daughter's best friend about Daria's situation.

"Do you know how it happened?", asked Trent, as if he could read Jane's mind and say out loud what both of them were asking to themselves.

"I don't know, Trent. Daria's mom didn't say a lot about it"

"Um... Do you wanna, like, talk about it?"

"Do you?", Jane replied.

"I don't know. I don't even know what to say but I just thought maybe you would want to talk".

"I'm okay. Let's just get to the hospital. There's a couple of things I need to know".

They drove for almost half an hour in silence, feeling like they should have something else to say, but the words simply didn't come out of their mouths, not even out of their own thoughts. They both imagined many things they could say as conversations inside their heads, but they didn't even try to say them.

Once they got to there, they felt released. It didn't matter anymore if there was something they should have said, because they were no longer alone in the car with unclear ideas about the situation, they were now at the hospital, where everything felt too real to talk about it. The white light from the lamps welcomed them as soon as they walked through the door. The environment felt cold, empty and even frightening. But decided and confused they walked and waited until they finally found Helen.

Jake was sitting in a chair, uncontrollably crying with his hands covering his face. Quinn, next to him, with a sad, lost look in his eyes had her hand on her dad's back. Helen, standing next to her husband, stared at the floor with the same eyes Quinn did. With her arms closed and her head down, she had allowed herself to cry.

Neither Jane nor Trent, whom both felt already affected by the depressing atmosphere surrounding the hospital and the Morgendorffers, felt capable of talking to any of the family members seeking for answers or even comfort. They didn't have to, because just a seconds after they stood in front of the family Quinn and Helen saw them. Quinn looked at the two siblings and remembered how in different circumstances the first thing she would have done was to criticize their style. But she just looked at them and then her blank expression went back to the white, shiny floor. Helen looked at them as she couldn't recognize them and then like a lightning her names and what she knew about them, including the called she made to the Lane house, desperate, in which she gave Jane an idea of what had happened to Daria. She remember that time when Trent and Jane stayed at her house. They seemed to be nice kids, after all. Even Trent, whom she had to ground for coming home too late.

"Jane, Trent. It's nice to see you, how are you?", she said trying to sound more blissful, but everyone heard her voice breaking at the end of the sentence.
"Hi, Mrs. Morgendorffer", said Jane, "I am sorry if we took too long". Jane had ignored her question, because everyone knew the answer couldn't be a positive one.

"No, Jane, I am the one who should apologize. I am sorry I didn't call you before, I am sure Daria would want me to tell you about it. You can see her if you want to, she's in that room", she pointed a door that was very close to Quinn's seat with her finger.

Again, Jane felt like she was meant to say something else, but unknowing what was it, she looked at Trent and moving a little her head in the direction of the door, told his brother, with no need of words, to follow her and the proceeded to walk to the door.

And there she was. Daria, her best friend, the sarcastic and smart girl with brown hair, brown eyes and pale lips who once had a crush on her brother. That girl she hung out on weekends with to eat pizza was now unconscious in a hospital bed.

Trent sighed and looked at the floor with a sad look in his eyes. His thoughts were around memories and "could have been" phrases. Like the time she got her bellybutton pierced because of him, and how she blushed while he held her hand. She knew how to be funny and sweet in her own way. It was a shame things didn't turn out as he secretly wanted them to be. It wasn't about he having a crush on Daria, at least not yet. But he somehow believed that if he had a chance to get to know her more, he would probably end up loving her. She wasn't exactly the kind of girl he used to date but why not? She was the coolest high schooler he knew, after all.

Jane's thoughts were similar. She was thinking about all those moments and the fights and the nights with pizza they shared. What if they had have something more close than friendship? She kept herself from thinking about it because she couldn't picture Daria thinking about her that way. But, who knew? The current events were as unexpected as the idea of the two of them being together.

"When do you think she'll wake up?", asked Trent, breaking, finally, the peaceful yet overwhelming silence.

"I hope it's soon", and, after a moment, she said: "I think we should go now. I don't feel like I can make it through this right now".

Trent hugged her and, together, they quietly left the room.