It was 10:15, they had 25 minutes to get home, it was time to leave. Reagan was still staring up at the now completely blackened sky; she had been for almost an hour now. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Eli didn't want to push it.

Eli kissed Reagan on the cheek and said "Rea, it's time to go, your did will kill me if your late"

She just laid there. He tried to get her to stand only to have her fall limp in his arms. "Something was wrong!" Eli thought to himself

He pulled out his phone and called Reagans dad first, he told him what happened and where they were going. Then he called 9-1-1. Reagan had a pulse, and was breathing, yet was completely unaware of her surroundings. Eli insisted on riding with Rea in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. The paramedics refused, he got in anyway, tears streaming down his face, and he prayed with all his heart that she would be okay.

Four and a half minutes later they arrived at the hospital, Reagan was stable, awake and able to have visitors. Eli was polite enough to let her father go first. While her father was in talking to her, Eli was out in the waiting room with his dad.

"Dad… Ca- Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure Eli, what you need?"

"Or I don't know, maybe it is more an observation…" Eli stopped and hesitated for a moment, looking at his dad's curious face he began again, "When we first got there, to the top of the mountain, she, she was really out of it- I mean, she wasn't aware… I tried to snap her out of it, she said she was fine… but-"

"But-"Elliot copied

"But, she wasn't, I tried to kiss her, she flinched, and she ran off for a bit, said she needed some air. I didn't buy it, but I had no prof."

The father and son sat and looked at each other for a little while, when Reagan's father came out and said, "She's asking for you."

Eli looked back at his father and said, "Please help me…" and turned to go see his girlfriend.

He walked solemnly into room 112. Rea greeted him with a smile and an apology…

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault. What's wrong anyway?"

"I don't know… some big word, it's on my chart. But… you were right."

"About…."

"Something was wrong-is wrong… I just don't want to talk about it."