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Author's Note: This isn't even my story. This story originally belonged to EndlessDreamer1024, one of my favorite Traylor authors on this site. About 2 years ago, she had made a note on here saying she's no longer going to write on this site & she was going to allow anyone to adopt her unfinished stories. I sent her a message saying I wanted to adopt 'Intertwined' & she said yes. So, I adopted the story & took what she has done so far before she deleted her profile & all of her stories on the site. So this entire story (both what she's done & what I'll finish) will be dedicated to her. I will not take any credit for it. For those of you who miss 'Intertwined', here it is. Please enjoy & review (positively).
(Troy POV)
***RING***
Troy shot up out of bed as his phone rang in the wee hours of the morning. He steadied himself so that he wouldn't fall out of the bed and waited until he was settled to start cursing and answer the phone.
"Hello?" he said in an annoyed tone into the phone as he struggled to stay awake.
"Is this Troy Bolton?" a female said into the phone.
"Yes, who the hell is this and why are you calling me so early in the morning?"
"I'm sorry for the rude awakening but this is Nurse Faulkner from the University of New Mexico medical center. I'm sorry to tell you this but your mother, Lucille, was involved in an accident."
"What?" Troy asked as he sat straight up in bed. "What do you mean 'involved in an accident'?"
"There was a car accident and your mother and another person were involved."
"Well how is she?" He yelled into his phone. Ever since his father had passed away 3 years ago, he was very protective of his mother since she had lost the only mad she had loved for almost 30 years due to a heart attack that came out of nowhere.
"She's in critical condition. I can't say anything else but it's not looking promising at this point. She's labeled you her next of kin and we need you here in case her condition worsens and you have to make a decision."
"What do you mean decision?"
"She may not pull through this which is why we need you here."
"I'm on my way," Troy said hanging up the phone, not bothering to say good bye. He jumped out of bed and began putting on the clothes he had strewn across the floor and started on the other side of the bed to wake up the sleeping form that had yet to wake up.
Shaking her, he tried to wake her up. "Hey, hey. I have an emergency to deal with so you have to go, Tiffany." he said still shaking her. The woman stirred under his hand and eventually woke up and began putting on her clothes.
"So are you going to call me?" she asked as she took the money he gave her for a cab.
"Yeah, sure, Tiffany."
"It's Tanya."
"Whatever, Look, I have to go." he said in disregard to her question. He couldn't remember her name (he kept calling her Tiffany when it was really Tanya), much less the sex they had hours before. All he cared about now was his mother.
The cab had pulled up just as he was getting into his car and sped down to the hospital. He burst through the doors of the emergency room and went over to the nurse's desk.
"Where's Lucille Bolton? I was told that she was involved in an accident. My name's Troy Bolton; I'm her son." he said hurriedly trying to get some answers.
"She's in surgery right now and you can wait for her in the waiting room. The doctor will be out with any information when they're through with her," the nurse replied to him to his dismay. The fear must've shown on his face because after the statement, she began to reassure him.
"Don't worry, your mother's in good hands." He simply nodded to her and began walking towards the waiting room when someone bumped into him rushing towards the nurse's desk.
He watched as the petite African-American woman gave him a snide look before rushing over to the desk.
"Bitch," he said under his breath as he continued on his way to the waiting room.
"Dick," he heard her say as she walked away, not bothering to look at him as she did so.
He sat down in the waiting area and sat down with his hands in his hands. He had been there for 3 hours and the nurse at the desk had threatened to call security on him twice if he didn't sit down and wait for the doctor to come to him with an update.
Finally, a doctor walked up to him and Tory immediately stood up. "Mr. Bolton?" The doctor called to him.
"That's me. How is she?" Troy said hurriedly.
"Well your mother has lost a lot of blood but she's stable. You can go in and see her now."
"Thank you Doctor…"
"Porter," the doctor replied.
"Doctor Porter, thank you for helping my mother."
"It's nothing, now go see your mom, I'm sure she's waiting for you," the doctor said giving Troy a smile and a pat on the arm. Troy shook his hand and took off down the hall towards his mother's room. On the way, he noticed a bruised and battered African-American man in the room next to his mother's and it seemed like he had tubes coming out of every pore in his body. Troy said a silent prayer for the man's health before going into his mother's room.
"Mom, if you wanted to see me, all you had to do was say so," Troy said bringing a small smile to his mother's face.
"Always the joker," his mother said as her smile turned into a grimace.
"Hey, come on now, you're fine now, don't go getting hurt all over again."
"Oh, I'll be fine, Troy. Your father's not ready for me yet," Mrs. Bolton said as her eyes glazed over.
"He was watching over you and keeping you safe while that bastard hit your car."
"Hey! I know I raised you better than that and you know better than to talk to people, especially about people you don't know."
"Mom, this guy put you in the hospital!" Troy protested but his mother silenced him.
"But that still doesn't give you the right to call him names."
"Fine, we aren't going to agree on this so how about you get your rest."
"What are you going to do?" Lucille asked her son.
"Well I was just going to crash here for the night."
"No, you need to go home and get some rest."
"What? Mom, you nearly die and you want me to go home?" Troy asked standing up.
"Troy, lower your voice! Now the doctor's said I'm going to be fine and I don't want you here worrying about me and being all upset."
"Mom!"
"Troy!"
"Excuse me, but we're going to have to ask you to leave. Mrs. Bolton needs her rest," a nurse said as she came in to check Mrs. Bolton's IV much to Troy's dismay.
"See," his mother said knowingly.
"Fine, but I'll be back tomorrow morning."
Lucille smiled at her son and shook her head. Always the protective one, Troy was.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." Troy reached over and kissed his mother on the forehead before leaving out of the room. He heard some sniffling coming from the room next to his mother's and saw that the man who was still unconscious was accompanied by a female who seemed to be crying over him. She looked familiar and that's when he noticed that she was the female who called him a prick earlier. He thought about apologizing but she was obviously in the middle of something so instead he decided to do what his mother told him and go home.
A.N. And there's chapter one. Obviously Troy and Taylor don't know each other in this story but that'll change soon enough. Please review! Next chapter will be in Taylor's POV.
P.S. I'm not so sure what's going on with the spacing in most of this chapter. If it looks really weird, I apologize.
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