Have you ever had a near death experience? If you don’t want one - Paige would highly suggest staying the fck away from Annie Williams and cars. I mean, WHAT THE FCK. How can you not drive? No wonder Annie needed Fin before Paige came along, the girl legit could not fcking drive. You might be wondering exactly what Paige meant by that, and to that… we need to go back a few days.
So…Paige was telling Annie to hurry the fck up and drive. I mean… WHAT WAS THE FCKING POINT IF THEY GOT CAUGHT? It’s really not that hard - you put the car into drive, and you hit the gas. Easy. Or it should have been until the idiot next to her put it into reverse and hit the gas. For a second… maybe longer than a second everything went black. Paige Pierce’s head was pounding as her eyes opened in the car that was now wrecked beyond compare. Annie was next to her passed out at the wheel, blood on her head as the air bag deployed and Paige just narrowly missed a sharp edge of the car move inwards toward’s her abdomen. “An…Annie,” Paige coughed amongst the rubble, trying to reach over to her side and wake her up but the shock of the impact wasn’t letting her.
She blinked a few times… maybe fell asleep… but the next thing she knew was the ambulance and fire department cutting the two out of the car and strapping them into gurneys. Screams that Annie was lousing too much blood… apparently something had impacted her. Paige recalled something about her being AB Rh negative and they didn’t have any of that blood type on hand. Then someone checked her blood… and it was a match? Honestly Paige didn’t exactly know what was going on, all she knew was that they had asked her mid transport for a blood transfusion and a simple yes lead to Annie living. Being okay? Debatable, but she lived.
Maybe you were wondering about the exact aftermath of the situation? Well, Paige was fairly okay. Surprisingly she had only superficial bruising and nothing that a few hours in the hospital couldn’t fix. Annie, on the other hand, was out like a fcking light recovering. And… well… so was Jordan Williams. Apparently, Annie driving backwards into the house directly hit her father and he was… well… in a coma… sorry cousin Jez…
Here’s the weird thing though. Later into the day after a few more tests… Paige got the strangest call saying they needed Annie’s sister there and despite explaining to the idiots that they had mistaken Paige for someone else… well… they showed Paige the test results that had genetic compatibility between the two which was undeniable. Mother fcker. So yeah… here she was… sitting next to her… sister’s bed… still not knowing exactly what the hell had happened while trying to get into contact with Cousin Dan who would at least be able to figure some sht out but he was apparently gone into the fcking wind. “Am I dead? Did you actually fcking kill me?”
Yeah… that distracted her from her attempts at reaching anyone who could shed a light on the situation. Really? Her Kill Annie… What… the fck. Paige was going to say something snarky… slightly upset at her own revelation when she realized… maybe she should be a bit nicer in… this situation. “You… drove backwards into your dad’s house… got both you and I locked into this hell hole for medical help and…” how do you tell a girl that she drove into her dad? Her… adoptive dad? Was Paige adopted or… were they both Pierce’s? Okay all of this was very confusing and Paige wasn’t the best person to give bad news so she just came out with it “And you drove into your dad… he’s kinda in a coma or something. I don’t exactly know what’s going on with him. Um… and we’re apparently sisters. Surprise. Oh… and you’ve been out of it for 2 and a half days so I think… yeah… that’s what you did,” Paige revealed.
This whole… experience had been a whirlwind… and Paige honestly wanted answers just as much as the next person but… well… let’s just take things one step at a bloody time.