Absolute Torture

I can't remember the last time I was so worried about someone. I'm sitting in my room right now on the verge of tears cause I just found out this afternoon that my grandma got into a car accident last night. She had her brakes repaired and I guess they fucked something up, so as she was going down Boundary Road in Vancouver (For those of you who don't know, it's a very busy road) her brakes failed, she hit 4 cars before crashing into a telephone pole and the pole falling on top of her car. It's torture right now. My dad's over in Vancouver to find out about her, and he's supposed to call. But there hasn't been a call as of yet. I don't know weither thats good news or bad news. When I woke up this morning there was a note of the counter about what had happened as far as my parents knew. So she's got a broken ankle, and a broken neck and 8 broken ribs. She's in surgery right now.
Please let her be alright.


Update: She made it through Surgery alright. She'll probably be in the hospital another week. But she's doing alright, well as far as being alive goes. My uncle is working on what we shall be doing about the company that fixed her brakes, but in the mean time I'm glad that she's still alive.
Side note also, this makes more sense, the pole that she crashed into fell down after the E.M.T.'s got her out of the car. So they got there in time or else the pole would've just squished her.