The Mr. Part 1

I knew the brakes weren't good to begin with. Just going down the smaller hill of my grandparents house i was at top speeds with the brakes pulled all the way in. We're only going to Ben's house and back though, just about an half mile down the bumpy rock road. No one is on this road at this time in the morning anyways. There's no point in wasting time and turning around.
I tell my brother to go in front of me, that I'll follow after him in five minutes. I wait until i see him disappear around the corner at the bottom of the large hill before i begin to go. I barley press my gas to go forward down the almost completely vertical hill. I begins to go faster and faster. Soon I'm at the bottom and the curve is right before me.
My 4-wheeler goes on two wheels as i make the turn. Then i see it. There before me is a car, a very nice nice and shiny one at that. I swerve and go off the road.
Blackness.
No, more like full on white.
I wake up in a room of white. Large windows, that go from the floor to the ceiling, are the walls of the room. Each window has large white curtains that the light shines through. The curtains moves by the wind coming through the open windows, carrying white blossoms from a tree outside.
I sit up slowly, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. I'm in a very large bed with white sheets and a giant white fluffy blanket. What is this? Am I in heaven?
"Oh, you've come to!" A older woman walks in wearing all white. She has graying hair that seems to have been black in her younger years. Her brown eyes have wrinkles surrounding them. She smiles and walks over to me, checking the IV in my arm.
"What happened?" i ask.
"You and the Mr.  almost hit each other and you avoided the collision by going down the side of the mountain. It's amazing you barley have a scratch on you. All you have is a minor concussion. You're vehicle, however, is much worse than you."