A Night To Remember

by Meg Jones



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    Once again, kayos was met. But there was even more people here, even more deaths too. As I stepped out of the truck I looked about me, taking in all the people rushing about, but not comprehending it all. And then I began to pick out familiar faces.
    Mrs. Wilson who ever so kindly brought me rare, exotic tea when I was sick. Mr. Hanely, who often came to chat with Daniel and I. This town filled with such kind and generous people, who didn't deserve any of this brought upon them, were now all in a state of unmistakable terror.
    The more I looked, the more horrified I became. Everywhere there was children and adults and teenagers and cots and stretchers and sirens and professionals. What I had experienced before was nothing compared to this. I searched and searched but there was no sign of Daniel, Lindsay, or Darren anywhere.
    And so, Joe and I split apart, with me giving him descriptions and names, while I asked around to see if anyone had spotted them. One person, an enemy of mine, whom hated me because I married Daniel, suggested I try searching the morgue. She left with a wide, taunting grin on her face, and skipped about the place as if she were the big attraction. She had wounded me. Inside my stomach twisted and my mouth watered. Without seeing anything I bent over and vomited in the crowd, not watching who was around me, yet knowing that they weren't paying any mind to me either.
    "Any luck?" Joe came behind me and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "No." I grunted and stood upright, wiping the sour taste off my mouth and holding my stomach with my left arm. My head was spinning. There were so many people rushing about, so many familiar and unfamiliar faces that twisted together in my mind. Finding my loves would be hopeless.
    "Miss?" Joe tapped me on the arm. "What?" I asked, feeling tears start to build in my eyes. "Is that him?" "Who?" I asked, not really paying any attention to what he was saying or who he was pointing at. "Your fella. Is dat 'im?" Joe's arm was out stretched as he pointed to a tall man standing in the parking lot, arms folded, dirt caked on his face and in his hair, talking to a police officer.
    Numbly I walked toward him, forgetting about Joe. As I got closer the man I was heading for began to look familiar. The way he stood, his figure, his hair, his long slinky arms, the look of worry on his face. That look of worry that had been imprinted in my mind.
    I tried calling out to my husband but I could barely talk, I was so choked with tears. Hoarsely I called his name and continued to stagger towards him. Suddenly he turned to look at me. His arms dropped to his side and his mouth fell open. Once again I tried to call his name, but only a hoarse whisper escaped.
    "Meg!" he suddenly called, running towards me, arms outstretched, eyes wide with joy. "Daniel!" I called faintly, and limped toward him, and into his open and warm arms. "Oh honey..." He whispered, stroking my hair, holding me close to him. I opened my mouth to say something else, but I found that tears were all that would fall.
    "Where's Lindsay and Darren?" I asked, my words slurred because my mouth was full of his shirt. Daniel was still. Slowly I looked up at him, frightened and confused. He looked down at me, a desperate look on his face.
"I don't know." He said quietly, casting a glance around us. Slowly I stepped back from him. "What?" My hand flew to my mouth, the old feeling of sickness returned. He reached out and pulled me back to him. "After you left, they got in their car and tried to get home..." When I gasped, my ribs struck me with pain.
    "We have to find them." "I know. But how? Meg...what happened to you..." Once again he tried pulling me back to him as I stepped away. But this time I wouldn't let him. "You let them go!" I near screamed at him, feeling rage and hate suddenly. I hated myself, not him. I should have been there.
    He looked down and stuck his hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped forward. "I did. I...I didn't know what to do." He whispered, his voice choked with regret and sorrow. Me and my idiotic mouth! Again, I regretted what I had just said. The feeling was not unfamiliar. "No Daniel..no I'm sorry...please don't blame yourself...honey no..." Tearfully I embraced him. But the poor guy had no strength left. He was tired and worn, the same as I. I was a hateful, terrible person. What had I done?
    He put his arms across my shoulders and pulled me into him, and rested his head limply on my top of my head. I could hear him clear his throat, and sniff as he cleared his eyes and mind. Suddenly I remembered Joe. Slowly I turned my head and checked behind me. Joe was no where to be seen. "What the..." I pulled back from Daniel and looked around, searching the crowd. But Joe was gone. "Honey, what's the matter?" Daniel asked nervously. I shook my head. "Nothing." I almost felt like crying. He left without my thanking him. I just left him behind. I could never repay him. And he didn't even know my name.
    "Come on, we need to find a ride." "To where?" I asked stupidly, feeling far off and tired. "Well, I was thinking we could just drive the back roads and look for them, I suppose..." The tone of his voice stated clearly that he had no idea what to do. But I nodded. "Sounds good to me." I turned and took his hand. "Hey wait...Meg? Where's the truck?" "What truck?" "Your truck." My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't told him a thing of what happened. And he didn't know I was hurt.
    "It's gone." "What? Gone? What do you mean gone? How'd you get here?" "Dan it's a long story...please..." I tried to move away but he pulled on my arm. My shoulder popped and ground against the surrounding bone. I screamed as a sickening pain flooded me. A few around stopped to stare, but quickly continued when I looked at them. "Meg what the hell happened? What'd I do?" I looked back at Daniel and realized he was more terrified than he'd ever been in his life. "My shoulder's a little sore." I lied. Not surprisingly, he wasn't convinced.
    "Really I'm fine, can we please just go?" I had hurt him again, I could see that now. Damn me and my mouth! But leaving right off was not as easily said as done. As in the last emergency shelter, this one was flooded. All help was used up, and more was needed. Finding someone to take us through back roads was impossible.
    At first we tried asking people we knew, but they couldn't help either. So, we began asking anyone who came a long, whether we knew them or not, if they would take us through back roads. The usual reply was a quick shake of the head and a "you're insane" look. As time passed we became more desperate. We were both tempted to steal a car in the very far corner of the parking lot. But we couldn't stoop that low.
    After a while, I sat down on the small patch of grass, furthest from all commotion. It was dark in this corner, the street lamp lights couldn't quite reach this far over. Daniel sat down heavily next to me, and put his head in his hands. "What do we do now?" I asked, but it was more a plea. He shook his head and didn't look up. There was no Joe to help me this time. Helplessness and dread flooded me as I thought of Lindsay and Darren, and of the time slipping past us, taking little bits of them with it.
    Carefully I laid back and stretched out on the grass, feeling myself go limp and my eyes grow tired. Next to me Daniel sat, cross legged, head buried in his hands, his shoulders bobbing up and down as he sobbed silently with desperation. How could things have gone so wrong? Was it not this morning that we had been laying lazily on the bench on our front porch, without a care in the world?
    Gently I laid my hand on Daniel's back, felt the damp T-shirt that he was wearing, felt his bony back, and the exhaustion in him. Sniffing and wiping his face with the back of his hand, he laid back next to me and put both his arms around me, snuggling closer in the damp earth, burying his head in my neck. He was shivering, either from cold or from fear. Or both. Either way I had no way to keep him warm, although I wanted to desperately.
    As he laid there in my arms, trying to get some sleep, or just lying there thinking, I looked up and saw that alien sky again. The clouds had passed again, and the stars were now out, sparkling and shining for little children to wish on. How I hated everything. How the hell could everything go so wrong? How many times were we going to be unlucky? Were we going to be okay? More importantly, were out friends okay?


The pale pink of dawn was beginning to touch the horizon. Next to me lay Daniel, still in the same position, huddled up next to me, sleeping soundly. Not far from where we lay, kayos still plagued the parking lot, of what I could see now, used to be the parking lot of what was a Hy-Vee, but was now just a foundation. Little children cried for their mommies and dadies, husbands and wives cried for their loved ones.
    The night had passed quickly, for we had only been laying here for about two hours when the first streaks of dawn touched us. I had not slept one wink, and was so exhausted I could not move. Yet I could not sleep either. Darren and Lindsay were still missing, as were so many others, their faces kept haunting me. Next to me, Daniel stirred and opened one eye sleepily. "What time is it?" He mumbled, his words slurred by sleep. "Don't know." I replied softly and touched his golden hair with my fingers. He raised one eye to me.
    "Are we dead?" He asked, his eyes looking young and innocent, like a small child. I smiled without meaning to. "No. No Dan, we're not." "Good." He buried his head back into my shirt and sighed deeply. Which was good, he was sleeping and I didn't have to move. Getting up was going to kill me, and I'd probably have to tell him about my injuries.
    The warm morning sun didn't last long. At about 7 o'clock or so, the sky clouded up with the familiar dark gray clouds. The cold winds swept over us, chilling me in my dry but stiff clothing, sharpening the pain in my ribs. We had to do something. Carefully I tapped Dan on the head. He jolted in his sleep, then looked up at me with foggy eyes. "Huh?" He groaned, his mouth open in exhaustion.
    "Time to get up." I tried to smile but failed. He nodded and slowly crawled to his feet, dusted himself off, and then held out his hand for me to take. I refused it and rolled over on my stomach and pushed myself up. As I rose I met his confused eyes. Oh, this was going to be hard to hide. Pain shot through my stiff limbs, my stomach was queasy due to lack of food, and my shoulders ached to be popped back into place. Dodging Daniel's eye I limped through the parking lot.
    Last night's scene of terror was nothing compared to this morning. Even though it was cloudy, things were clearly seen. People still rushed about, children screamed, tears streaked through their dirt caked faces, their little dirty fingers crusted with blood. Tall pine trees surrounded the parking lot, blocking most of the view of the rest of the town. But some had been completely uprooted and tossed aside, like a child's boring play things. Beyond where the Hy-Vee used to lay, a small glimpse of the town could be caught, the school had been partially demolished, the courthouse lay in a heap of bricks. Fires raged from broken gas lines, smoke poured into the sky and mixed with it's twin brother clouds.
    Daniel came up behind me and put his arms around me. "So foreign..." He whispered, holding me close as if the winds would pick me up and carry me away. I nodded. "Is this really home?" I asked, tears coming to my eyes, my nose burning with emotions. Ahead of me a new squad of rescue teams pulled in from the surrounding counties, in their big flashy cars and ambulances, completely unaware of the scene that they were about to behold. "Aren't they a little late?" Daniel asked, sounding sour. "Surely we can hitch a ride with them though." He nodded and began walking with me leaning on him.
    As we approached a police car, I saw a young man, maybe about 23 years old, step out, radio in hand, badge flashing as he looked around in sheer horror. He had no idea it was this bad. Daniel let go of me and walked over to him. I tried to listen to what he said, but my mind kept drifting to the left over panic around us. I saw neighbors and friends, enemies and strangers all around. To me they were all the same. All the dirt covered faces were the same. Everyone's goal was the same. To help save lives. Well, almost everyone's goals. Far off to the side of the parking lot, unharmed people sat, wrapped in two or three unnecessary blankets, sipping supplied McDonalds coffee, watching all around them, not giving a damn about anyone but themselves. How I hated them.
    "Honey..." Daniel walked up to me and took my hand. "We're in luck, he's hitting the back roads." Daniel pulled me into the back of the police car. But I hardly noticed. Even though the car was warm and quiet, I still felt the icy wind outside, I still heard the children scream and the adults cry, the radios blare and people screaming for help. It made me shiver. Daniel noticed and pulled me close to him. He stroked my hair and rubbed my back, but it didn't do any good. I wasn't going to forget this.
    "In what direction were your friends going?" The police officer asked. "North west." Daniel answered. Heavily I sighed and closed my eyes. Had they been in the path? Up front the officer shook his head sadly and turned out of the parking lot. Daniel's heart beat quietly in my ear, a soft rhythm that somewhat comforted me. "What kind of car were they driving?" The man asked. "A black jeep." Daniel replied. The man nodded and didn't say anymore.
Conversation was hard, especially in moments like these.
    I sunk into Daniel and rested my head on his chest, pulling my arms close for warmth, feeling the usual sickening pinch of my broken bones, feeling the pull of my dislocated shoulder. "Is there something wrong?" Daniel whispered. It was more like a statement. Stubbornly I shook my head. I couldn't say anything, he had to much on his mind. Daniel delicately took hold of my hand and held tight, running his thumb smoothly over my wedding ring.
    I tried sleeping but it was of no use. I wouldn't sleep for weeks with this living nightmare constantly plaguing me. Daniel's shirt. It smelled like blood. I opened one eye and looked at the black fabric. There was a stain, barely visible. I sat up quickly and lifted his shirt. He tried to stop me but it was no use. There was a gash on his stomach. It had been bandaged crudely, the blood had seeped through the cotton gauze and then dried into a near black spot. I looked up at him. "How did this happen?" He shrugged. "I think I was knocked unconscious, I'm pretty sure I was actually, I woke up and I was bleeding." "What were you knocked unconscious by?" Again he shrugged, and pointed to the back of his head. He lowered his head for me to see. Sure enough, there was a big black and blue knot on the backside.
    I groaned pathetically and took his head gingerly into my arms and bent down to kiss the back of his neck. Even when he got a paper cut, I felt bad. I felt it was my duty to protect him and take care of him, as much as it was his duty to do the same for me. Not that it was an undesirable job though. Rocking Daniel back and forth slowly I closed my eyes and laid my head back.
    "Hey is this it?" The driver's unusually high voice shook me. Had I fallen asleep? The ache in my eyes told me I had. I shook my head to clear it. "What?" I asked. "Is this it? Is this their jeep?" He asked, pulling to the side of the road. I looked out the side window. And sure enough, there was a black jeep, thrown upside down a little ways off the road.
    "Oh my God..." I whispered. "Daniel!" I shook him awake. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. "Darren's jeep!" I gasped and let go of him, and opened the door. I jumped out of the car and hurried over to the jeep, Daniel and the policeman on my heels. Darting around to the other side of the jeep I dropped to my knees and looked in. The top of the car was completely demolished, it must have flipped and landed on the top. "Oh my God..." I choked, frantic tears streaming down my face. They weren't in here! The driver's window was smashed, broken before the car landed, I knew this because there was no glass surrounding the window.
    Same deal with the windshield, what remainder of it could be seen. They had been thrown out. Quickly I got up, slipping on the mud, feeling the cold wind bite at my face. "They've been thrown out! Look around!" I shouted to Daniel and the police officer, who's badge read Jeff. I began running around frantically, my eyes darting all over the perimeter, and then I began looking near the edge of the woods, which was about fifteen feet away. Sure enough, twenty feet, slightly to the right of the vehicle lay Darren. He was propped up against an oak tree, his eyes closed, his face bloody and dirty. In his lap lay Lindsay, her hair clotted with dirt, her face cut, blood and mud matted everywhere. Neither appeared alive.
    "I found them!" I screamed, and then began to sob. Daniel ran to my side and knelt down. "Oh God..." He whispered, reaching out to touch Darren's face. To our shock, Darren winced under Daniel's touch. "Darren!" I whispered, reaching out to shake him. Jeff rushed up aside us, radioing for an ambulance. Darren opened one bruised eye. "Hey guys...you found us." He whispered, his voice hoarse. I nodded and smiled. He smiled back, except there was something wrong with this smile, something not quite right.
    Jeff ran back to his police car to wait for an ambulance. Darren looked down at Lindsay and touched her eyes gingerly. "Lindsay, honey, wake up. "He cooed, running his fingers down her face. There was no response in Lindsay. "Lindsay, Meg and Dan are here." Darren's smile left him as he opened both eyes wide and became more alert. I looked down at Lindsay and touched her face. Ice cold.
    I swallowed hard and stumbled off of my crouch position. "Oh God!" Came my choked voice, tears starting to fall as my hand flew to my mouth and my stomach flopped. My mouth watered and I knew I was going to be sick again. And I did. I threw up what little there was left. Darren ignored me and continued to touch Lindsay's face.
    "Linds, honey, please wake up...Meg's here..." Darren was becoming more and more worried as he poked and shook Lindsay harder. But she never moved, she never would move again. Tears began to fall from Darren's eyes. "Lindsay...Lindsay please...you were okay when I crawled over here last night...Lindsay please don't go..." Darren began to sob. And I knew what was wrong with his smile. He'd lost his wife. And he's lost his mind.
    Daniel wrapped his arms around Darren and hugged him tight as tears fell from his eyes. "Lindsay no!" Darren cried, his sobs erupting from him, tears flowing in a constant stream. He managed to shove Daniel off of him and he pulled Lindsay's limp and lifeless body to his chest. "No..." He sobbed, his hand grabbing a fist full of her dirty hair and rocking her back and forth.
"No!" He cried again, this time dropping Lindsay lifelessly into his lap and covering his face as he sobbed non stop.
    I looked over at Daniel. He was crying too, his eyes were puffy and red, his shoulders hunched forward, his mouth open and twisted in pain. I crawled over to him and threw myself into his lap. He grabbed hold of me and held tight, his sobs ringing in my ears, my own tears mingling with his, my heart aching as I said one last good bye to my best friend.


The next few days were a blur. The ambulance came and picked all three of us up. Darren had a broken collar bone and two broken legs, which he recovered from in record time. What he never quite recovered from though, was the insanity that every person suffers from when they lose someone or something they love dearly. The first days were awful. He ate maybe two bites of food in a six hours period, and he wouldn't drink a thing, therefore he was stuck with two IVs.
The week he went home, we went to live with him. After all, we didn't have any other place to go anyway. For about two months we took care of each other, silence becoming a common tune in the household, take out and pizza becoming a familiar food, for none of us had the strength to cook. For weeks Darren did nothing but sit by the large living room window, a blanket around his legs, hands folded neatly in his lap, just sitting there, staring at nothing. He had aged in a matter of weeks. He was no longer the happy young Darren he once was.
I, on the other hand, was right about my injuries. I suffered two broken ribs, and two out of place shoulders. Also, my back had been jolted so that it was slightly out of place, but all that was taken care of. Like Darren, I suffered a wound that would never heal. I had lost someone whom I loved so incredibly dearly, that I cannot describe it. Every day I would wake up and see her face, and I would sometimes find myself getting online, expecting to see her screename, sitting there, under my buddy list, waiting. Or sometimes I'd walk to the phone, pick it up, and start to dial her number. And every time I'd realize that she was gone forever, and that I'd never be able to talk to her again. And every time I'd fall to the floor and break down and cry, until Daniel came into the room and sat with me and talked me through it.
Daniel was probably doing the best out of the three of us. Yes, he loved Lindsay just as much as I did, but I believe he's the stronger one, the survivor of us all, he knew he had to be strong or none of us would make it. He was the glue that kept us together. He had to be strong or Darren and I would perish in no time. He was there when one of us needed to talk, he was there when one of us needed someone to lay on and just be with. He was there, just to plain sit and hold one of us, just to be there, so we knew we were not alone. He's our savior, and I love him more than anything else on this physical plane.
After a few weeks, Daniel ordered a construction crew to rebuild our house. A year later we're moved back in, with the exact same belongings we'd had before, some of them being replacements. But the memories here were different. The walls no longer held the cheerful talk they once held. It may have been the same design, but it was still a new house, with different people in it, starting new lives.
Our town was rebuilt in record time. The Hy-Vee went back up, roads were repaired, power installed, houses rebuilt, families together again. Darren moved out of his old house, packed up all his belongings and came to live with us. He couldn't bear the memories anymore, and neither of us could blame him. It was extremely hard. There were days when all I wanted to do was die. And then I'd remember Lindsay and I'd have to drag myself out of bed and stand up, because I knew I'd let Lindsay down if I quit over her.
Slowly our lives pieced back together. Daniel and I went back to work. Darren began talking more, opening up to us, revealing his long hidden thoughts. He got out more, exorcised, went back to work, ate better, and finally, he smiled. The same Darren smile that I had known and loved for so long. He told jokes and laughed now. Sometimes at night I could hear him cry for Lindsay, downstairs, in the bedroom he now shared with himself. There were nights he and I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, reminiscing until we passed out. We nursed each other back to health and happiness, it was a kind of therapy for us.
And now, two years after the passing of our much loved Lindsay, we are finally getting back to our lives. We still have the scars to remind us of that dreadful Fourth of July, but we still march on, holding our heads high, smiling at what the day brings us. Bad days are becoming fewer and fewer, the bad memories and nightmares are fading. Daniel and I had a child. A beautiful little girl that we named Lindsay. Darren started to date again. He doesn't get serious, but it's still good for him. He and Daniel go out and do their thing, I stay at home and remember the old times and cuddle baby Lindsay whom we all love so much. She brings me so much joy, just like my best friend Lindsay, I truly believe that the child holds Lindsay's spirit.
A tragedy we had overcome together, brought us close, closer than family, and we love each other so much. We are there for each other, and even though life may be different now, things are not over. Not for us. We're still going strong. And nothing can bring us down.


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The Final Chapter


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Baby Lindsay- As the years passed, baby Lindsay grew up to be a beautiful young woman with flowing brown hair and bright blue eyes that changed with the weather. She was tall and skinny, with milky white skin and a smile that brighten up a cloudy sky. From the start she was wise beyond her years, her mother teaching her foreign languages and reading, as well as self defense and self respect. Her father taught her to play every instrument the two could get their hands on. For hours they would sit in the basement and play the guitar and drums, or the keyboard and piano, as bright eyed and proud Meg sat in the far corner and watched with joy.
    As the years passed she grew up and joined the band Savage Garden which, after all these years, was still doing well. After a while, Darren and Daniel retired, and Lindsay took over and hired her own band members, keeping the bands name and rep for music, using her inheritance from her father to hit number one on the charts and became the most talked about girl in all of the world.
    From time to time Meg would talk about her best friend Lindsay. But more and more Meg noticed the similarities between Lindsay and Lindsay. The same hair color, the same laugh, the same smile, and the intelligence level was amazing. Though this Lindsay possessed more of Daniel's musical ability and her mother's sense of wacky humor, style, and taste, she was almost a mirror image of the Lindsay before. Naturally Lindsay married a wonderful man by the name of Ben and the two lived happily, having two children and living successful and unforgettable lives.

Meg- After the birth of her first daughter Meg decided to take some time off and spend it with her family. While she was off she dreamed up some plans which were later set into action. She built a homeless shelter dedicated to the victims of weather disasters, which she named "The Light Of Lindsay" after her best friend whom had inspired it. When she went back to work, Meg was named the United States top professional meteorologist. All the fame never went to Meg's head though. She spent every spare moment over seas, helping treat victims of hurricanes and clean out the mess so everyone could start over.
    With everyone she shared her story of terror, and her loss of someone she loved. Today there is a plaque in Blainsville dedicated to her. After a year or so, Meg had another child, which she named Dylan, so he would have the initials of his father. Dylan followed Meg into the career of meteorology, and later took over her place as a happy Meg retired. He was also well known and lived up to his mother's name, his inventions and improvements in the weather industry still used and acknowledged today.

Daniel- As stated before Daniel went back to work and he and Darren produced five more successful albums before they retired and Lindsay took over. A lot of the money made by touring and the selling of albums was sent to shelters for the homeless and to the rescue teams who stood by in case of a natural disaster. When he retired, he was beyond happy, and lived at home and spent most of his time with the wife he loved dearly, Meg.
    He taught Dylan to play guitar, but Dylan took more after his mother, with his straight black hair and almond eyes. Not that that was bad, but he just lacked the patience for music that his sister held so beautifully. Daniel supported his daughter well in her achievements, as he did his wife and son. He attended every judo class Lindsay took, and went to every weather seminar Dylan was interested in. When he was lonely for Meg when she was overseas, often he'd fly over there to help and be with her. He was quite the loving and dedicated husband, everyone says.

Darren- After about five years Darren remarried. He married a beautiful woman who had lost her husband to a motorcycle accident. The two were quite happy together, and had two children, which possessed Darren's beautiful singing voice and his pale blue eyes and natural blond hair. They went on to professional careers, one as a music producer, the other as Lindsay's back up singer. All say Darren was a happy man, happy with his children, happy with his new wife, happy with his new life.
    Of course he moved out of Meg and Dan's house but he only moved a mile down the road, he couldn't bare to leave his two best friends behind.
Sometimes there were days when he'd call them up in need of someone to talk to, because he would remember and grieve over Lindsay. But he felt it was time to move on, felt it was time to complete his life by becoming a father. He was so proud of his children and their dreams, proud of Lindsay whom he loved like his own daughter.
    He was now more open, and more forgiving. He took everything to heart like always, and never pitied himself. He still laughed and made jokes, and was his odd self again, even though he was letting a big piece of him go so he could heal. Anyone you talk to who knew him will say his recovery was miraculous, and that he was a strong and smart man., which is how he is remember.

Lindsay, how she died- A later autopsy showed that Lindsay had been thrown through the windshield of the jeep that night, and sailed through the air twenty feet to where she landed, breaking her arm and leg. Darren was thrown through the drivers window, and only landed about five feet from where the jeep landed. He managed to pull himself over to Lindsay where he propped himself up against a tree and then cuddled Lindsay to keep her warm until she died. Excess blood in the brain revealed Lindsay had serious hemorrhaging in the brain and was only conscious for about an hour. She died later on in the night.


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