We did it.

Made it to the hospital, I mean.

I don't think it took us that long. We ran through everything. We were too anxious to get to the hospital, so instead of running around the shopping mall, we ran right through it.

I don't think the store managers or the security guards liked it all that much. But it's too late for them to yell at us now.

I don't know if luck was on our side or not, but every single street we crossed there was either no cars around, or the light was green.

I'm not completely sure either, but I think I might have seen Gabriella's mother and Chad's mother at different stops. So they must have seen me too.

Damn.

I'm going to get harped on tomorrow.

But anyways, we made it to the hospital.

Once we got inside I couldn't think straight, so Sharpay asked the receptionist where Sandra Bolton was.

Sandra Bolton. I never knew Gran's name was Sandra. I never even thought she had a first name. I had assumed it was always just plain old Gran.

The receptionist, after she clicked a few keys, told us that Gran was on the fifth floor in room 104. ( Fyi. I've never had a family member in a car accident; knock on wood, so I'm not exactly sure on how to write where she would be found in a hospital. If someone could give me some insight on that that'd be great:)

So we went to the elevators. But I thought that they were taking too long, so I dragged Sharpay up the stairs. She complained to me that we had only just gotten there, but I couldn't wait for an elevator, my Gran was hurt.

We reached the fifth floor, and I saw a small waiting room.

The thought of having waiting rooms on every floor crossed my mind, but it was forgotten when I saw my mom come out of the elevator.

"Mom!" I cried, running to her.

Sharpay and I had our hands together still, so when I ran towards my mom, Sharpay came with me. My mom stopped on her way towards the desk when she heard my voice. She turned around and said, "Troy?"

I smiled at her, and I saw her eyes light up.

My smile widened as I thought she was happy to see me, but then she said, "Oh Sharpay dear! It's so good to see you!" And down my smile went. But as I looked over to Sharpay I saw her face brighten and a large smile spread across her face.

"Hi Mrs. Bolton! It's so good to see you," Sharpay started letting go of my hand to hug my mom, "Considering the circumstances."

Mom looked confused before the reason we were all in the hospital popped into her head. Her chin lifted up a few inches, and her right arm rose, as if to say 'Right.'

She excused herself, and she turned to ask the receptionist what room Gran was in and if she was allowed to have visitors. I didn't wait to her the women's answers. I already knew that Gran was in room 104, and it didn't matter to me if Gran was allowed to have visitors or not. I was getting in.

I pulled Sharpay to the door, and put my right hand on the door knob. And suddenly, I was scared.

What was I going to find as I opened the door? Would Gran look different?

I was brought out of my questions by a warm feeling on my left hand. I looked down and saw Sharpay holding it. I raised my gaze and saw her smiling softly at me, nodding her head towards the door knob.

I had just twisted it open, when a doctor came to stand beside me. "Only family is allowed in here." I raised my gaze again to glare at the doctor.

"I'm her grandson." Like, duh.

The doctor nodded, and set his gaze on Sharpay, "And you?"

My eyes widened, and I looked quickly at Sharpay. She gulped nervously, and said, "I'm an old family friend."

The doctor shook his head, "I'm sorry, but that's not good enough. Only immediate family is allowed in this room."

I glared at the doctor once again, "She's known her forever." I told him.

And the doctor shook his head once again. "I don't make the rules."

I opened my mouth to retort when I felt Sharpay squeeze my hand. My eyes left the doctor and turned to her. "It's okay Troy." She said, "I'll sit in the waiting room."

I opened my mouth once again, but Sharpay untangled her fingers from mine and she turned around towards the waiting room. I saw my mom stop her and my mom said something. Sharpay said something back, before slowly taking her arm out of my mom's grip and she sat down in a chair.

"Are you going to go in?" The doctor asked.

I shot him another look, before taking my hand off the door knob and walking towards Sharpay. I passed my mom but I didn't listen to what she was telling me. I sat down beside Sharpay and saw her looking out the window.

The chair squeaked as I got comfortable and Sharpay turned to me, "Troy? What are you doing?"

"I'm sitting with you." I said simply.

"What about you're Gran?" She asked puzzled.

"I'll go see her when you're allowed." I said, not seeing a problem.

That's when she got angry. "Bolton, go see your grandma." She ordered, before turning back to the window.

"No."

She turned her burning gaze at me, "Go." She uttered.

As much as that look scared me, I didn't move.

Sharpay looked towards the ceiling before looking back at me. "Go. See. Your. Grandma."

"No." I said again.

"Bolton, I don't care how much you love basketball. If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to burst every single one in the school." She said.

My eyes widened, "You wouldn't."

"You wanna bet?"

"You couldn't." I said again.

"My dad's on the school board. He'll give me the keys to the school in a second." She said.

"Sure." I said turning away.

"Bolton, if you do not leave me alone in the next twenty seconds, I'm getting you kicked off the drama team."

She couldn't do that!

When I voiced my thoughts to her all she said was, "I sure can."

"The only way you can get kicked off is if you mess up big time during a performance, or if your cell phone rings during a performance. You can't do any of those things to me." I replied.

"Remember Henry Dennis?" Sharpay asked me, her whole demeanor changing.

"Yeah." I said confused.

"What happened to him?" She asked me sweetly.

"He was the lead in Romeo and Juliet and at the opening performance he couldn't say his lines properly. And then half way through his monologue his cell phone went off." I said.

"And what happened after that." She asked.

"He got kicked off the stage." I said, not understanding where she was going with this.

"And who replaced him?"

I searched my brain trying to remember. My eyes widened, "Ryan."

Sharpay nodded with a large and seemingly evil smile on her face. "No." I breathed.

She nodded once again, before shooting me a look.

I did not want what happened to Henry to happen to me, so I shot up out of my chair and ran towards Gran's room.

My hand was on the doorknob again when I looked back at Sharpay. She was shaking her head and laughing quietly to herself.

What a cheap trick.

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