The phone rings. Cody stands up from his seat on the couch where he and Zack were watching "Chelsea Lately" on E! to answer the call.

"Hello?" Cody said firmly as he picked up the reciever.

"Good evening," the voice said ominously. "This is Boston General Hospital's emergency ward. I'm looking for a Cody Martin."

"This is he.", Cody responded, curious as to why they would be calling at this hour. After all, it was 11:15 PM.

"OK, I have a patient here..." she paused. "...Martin comma Carrie. This is the contact number she has on record. Could you please tell me your relationship to the patient?"

Cody was full of anxiety and confusion. "I am her son."

"OK, I am sorry to have to tell you that we have your mother in our ward. She sustained a serious head injury, and is currently in a serious coma. We aren't sure if she is going to make it."

Cody's stomach instantly flipped upside down. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His dear mother had just left a few hours ago to start her show down in the ballroom, how could this have happened. Cody felt like he was either going to vomit or lose his bowels to diarrhea, one of the two. Cody had always had issues with anxiety and depression, and lately it had been worse. How could he handle this?

"Umm...uh..." he stuttered, unable to find the words to speak clear sentences.

"Mr. Martin, I need you to get to the hospital immediately. She may not make it the night. Please bring any and all advance directive papers so we can know her final wishes."

Cody couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was all such a whirlwind. He felt as if he would faint at any given moment.

"Uh...alright, um, we'll get right down there. It'll be about 30 minutes."

"Thank you, Mr. Martin." she said, and the reciever clicked, indicating that the nurse had ended the call.

Cody stood in silence. Zack called to him. "Who was on the phone? Where are we going?"

Cody couldn't contain himself any longer. He fell to the floor, the reciever gently sliding from his hand. He screamed and sobbed in terror and extreme sadness. At his banshee-like call, Zack immediately rushed to his side.

"Codes, what is the matter?" he asked the younger of the two Martin twins.

Cody couldn't bring himself together to answer the simple question.

"CODY, CALM THE FUCK DOWN! WHAT IS THE MATTER?" he asked with a gentle, yet sobering slap to Cody's soft white face.

"Mom is in BGH'S ER. She's in a coma." he sobbed with excruciating pain, trying to regain his composure to add the horrifying news that she probably wouldn't make it. Zack needed more detail. He comforted his exact twin enough for him to whisper the words "She's probably gonna die" in between sobs.

Zack stared at his brother. He couldn't believe it. He wanted to do nothing more but cry, but he knew that he must stay strong. Not only for his mother and brother, but for himself.

"Cody, we need to stay calm," Zack replied. "I'll call Moseby and have him get us a taxi and we will head to the hospital."

Cody shook his head in between uncontrollable sobs. He didn't know how his brother was able to stay calm through all of this, but he thanked God that he was, because Cody knew he couldn't do this alone.

Zack ran off to the phone and called Moseby. Moseby set to have the night maintenance man drive the boys to the hospital in the hotel van in the respect of time. As Zack hung up with Moseby, and let out a very quiet sigh to attempt to prevent himself from crying. He ran back to his younger brother and told him to get ready with the papers, that they would be leaving immediately. They walked out the door, checked the locks, and headed to the elevator. Cody was still bawling his eyes out, but Zack just put his arm around him and guided him until they entered the metal apparatus that would take them down to the "L" floor to meet their van. The elevator seemed to descend so very slowly. Zack counted every floor in his head as they traveled further and further down to the bottom of the Boston Tipton Hotel.

As they exited the elevator, Marion Moseby greeted them with a face of sorrow. He had meant to tell the boys about the accident, but in all the excitement of the incident, he forgot. He apologized over and over, but all Zack and Cody wanted was to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. They quickly accepted his apology, and headed out to the van.

The van ride was a three mile trip of complete silence, excluding Cody's occasional agonizing sob, which were beginning to settle themselves. The two boys held hands discreetly, something they hadn't done since they were ten years younger, at age 7.

Thoughts raced through Cody's mind. What would he do if his mother died? He knew he would be unable to handle it. His mother was his only support system. She was the only one who could comfort him after a nightmare. She was the only one who would listen as he complained endlessly about the bullies at school. She was the only one who could keep this depression he had been feeling from eating him alive.

Zack's mind was running also. He sat and wondered what life would be like if his mom passed away., Where would the boys stay? They were 17, and almost old enough to live on their own, but almost, unfortunately, only counts in horseshoes. They couldn't live with their father. He was on tour with his band and, although he loved his sons deeply, didn't really see them that much, nor did he really have anywhere for them to stay. The never ending questions were buzzing through Zack's head like angry hornets looking to escape their nest. He wasn't sure how long he could stay strong.

3 miles and 10 minutes later, Zack and Cody arrived at Boston General Hospital. They both entered the main doors of the hospital, marked "EMERGENCY" in big bright letters. As they made their way to the registration desk, the boys wondered what was hiding behind the magnetically locked double doors leading to the Emergency Ward.