A/N: I just want to thank all those who reviewed! You guys rock..I'm sorry if the first chapter made you cry,almost cry, and so on! I'm posting two chapter tonight.Enjoy

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The car ride was quiet;Casey seemed lost in herself. She could hear noises around her, but mentally she was gone. Every time, she closed her eyes images of the shooting flashed in front of her. When she opened her eyes, from what felt like only a second, she found herself in the hospital waiting room. Nora had ventured to the front desk, while George was outside checking on Marti, who was at her mom house, and Edwin, who was at a friend's house. Lizzie stayed behind, and did her best to comfort Casey. Casey didn't acknowledge it. Casey found herself wondering how she had gotten to hospital, she didn't even remember how she got home. Everything from today was a blur.

Her eyes drifted around the small, and badly designed waiting room. Over in the far corner, a family of four sat praying for their sons surgery to go well. Sitting by the window was an old couple , the husband reading a magazine while his wife was having a coughing spell. In the middle, across from Casey, a washed out guy who looked like a bum, with a trucker hat that read, "Honk if you want to free willy," held his hand tightly in a washcloth; he had been doing drugs today, and decided to playwith power tools. Casey's eyes finally landed on a board that had the names and pictures of the victims from today's shooting. Her heart shattered even more.

When will the misery end, she thought to herself, probably never.

That's what she was in, a sea of never ending misery.

After, what felt like forever, she was finally given a room. Dr. Charles Branding, a tall plump man in his mid-fourties with a head full of white hair, checked her over. She was fine physically, however, mentally she wasn't.

"It's not unusual for someone to shut down after something so tragic," he said trying to sound professional. He continued talking as if Casey was, brain dead.

What happened today wasn't tragic, it was worse then tragic. These men slaughtered innocent people for no reason, she thought.

He prescribed a mild sedative. The nurse walked in minutes later and administered it to Casey, within seconds she started to feel drowsy. She was afraid to go to sleep, the minute her eyes closed, she would relive today over, and over. Sleep over came her, and she drifted away.

Nora and Lizzie couldn't relax. They would only sit for a minute or two, then would start pacing around the room. George had been trying numerous times to get in touch with Derek. He went outside, and tried called him again. The phone had rang twice, and still no answer from him. George looked up and saw Derek's car, The Prince, parked in the middle of the lot. He flipped his phone closed, and walked over to car. The window had frosted over from the cold. He peered in, and saw Derek sleeping in the backseat, he was curled up into the fetal position. George tapped on the glass to get his attention. Derek opened his eyes and looked at his father, his eyes were blood shot from crying.

Derek sat up, and unlocked the door. George came in.

"How are things?" George asked. Derek just shrugged.

"We have been here for a couple hours with Casey," Derek's expression changed. He had forgotten about Casey. "Is she okay?" he said cutting George off.

George nodded. "The doctor said everything was, she is just shook up. She saw everything."

The was a moment of silence between them.

"She's dead dad, Sally is dead," Derek started to choke back tears. "I don't know what to do, or how to go on."

"You just do. The pain will always be there, and you will always miss her, but Sally wouldn't want you hurting forever. She would you want to carry on."

"I know...I just don't think, I can."

"Don't be sad that she's gone, but rather, be happy that she was alive."

Derek rolled his eyes. He understood his father was only trying to help, but it wasn't working. His dad wasn't the greatest motivational speaker.

"Listen, I need you to take Lizzie home. Nora and I going to spend the night here with Casey."

Derek agreed. Lizzie was hesitant to leave, she felt her place was here with Casey. Derek promised her they would be back at the hospital bright and early tomorrow.