Hello all! I am terribly sorry that I haven't updated in about two months. Like I said in my AN in the previous chapter, life has been rather busy lately.

On a side note, I'd like to thank everyone who let me know about what happened with one of my stories (Changes to be exact)…it basically got stolen for those who may not know and I was not the only one…ugh it really infuriates me when people do that. Anyway, thank you so much for letting me know! I really, truly appreciate it.

If this chapter isn't all that great, it's because I have, as I said above, been very busy (I worked 56 hours this past week) this summer. Though I must thank those of you who gave me some suggestions! I have taken them into consideration and have come up with this. I hope you like it!

Also…did you all like HSM 2 as much as I did? I loved it! It was…well… 'Fabulous!' Haha…

Disclaimer: Same as always.


Time Flies, Ch. 9

Two Weeks Later…

"…But you said I wasn't grounded anymore," Larissa yelled.

Sharpay, who had been enduring this lovely 'conversation' for over fifteen minutes now turned around, "You're not grounded anymore. I told you that…" She looked down at her watch, "…Ten minutes ago. Besides, we talked about this the day you were ungrounded."

Larissa crossed her arms, "Then why can't I somehow be a part of the play for school or community theatre?"

"Because part of your punishment was that you would not be allowed to have anything to do with either play; your father and I told you this when we first grounded you." She turned around and began to fold the laundry again.

"This is so unfair! I've gotten all A's in everything for the past two weeks! Doesn't that mean anything?"

"Well," Sharpay said as she turned around to face her daughter again, "It does show that we should ground you more often. That way you'll be able to concentrate more on your schoolwork," she said with a small smirk.

Larissa's eyes went wide, "What?"

"I'm joking; we're very happy that you're doing well in school and that you pulled your English grade up. But that doesn't mean we're going to just change our minds."

"Ugh," she said as she sat down on the sofa.

Troy, feeling rather exhausted from work that day, finally made the final turn onto his street and turned into the driveway and waited for the garage door to open. As he did, he took yet another deep breath. Work was becoming more and more stressful and today it seemed to have reached its peak. He pulled into the garage, shut off the car and walked into the house, praying that it would at least be calmer…

"Heads up, dad!" Zach said as he ran past Troy, throwing the basketball at him; something he did nearly everyday when Troy came home.

Troy nearly hit the wall when the ball came at his head. "Zach would you please watch where you're throwing that thing," he said in a louder voice than usual, causing Sharpay to nearly drop the laundry basket.

Zach walked over to Troy and picked up the ball, "Sorry dad."

Troy took a deep breath, "No I'm sorry," he said in a normal tone. "Go on," he said, motioning to the back door.

Zach nodded and went outside.

Sharpay walked over to Troy, "Honey are you feeling all right? Your face is a bit flushed." She felt his forehead.

"Shar," he said, removing her hand, "I'm fine. I'm not sick, okay?" He smiled and kissed her.

She kissed him back and nodded, not fully believing him. "If you're fine, then why are you so sweaty?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, maybe because it's about 85 degrees outside?"

"Doesn't the air conditioner in your car work?"

"What is this, 20 Questions," he asked, starting to get annoyed.

"Okay, okay sorry," she said as she stepped back.

He shook his head, "It's just been a really long day and I just need to go lay down or something."

She nodded, "All right. I'll come get you when dinner's ready."

"Thanks." He kissed her once more and headed upstairs.

Larissa got up from where she had been sitting and started to follow him.

"Don't even think about it," Sharpay said. "Your father's had a long day and the last thing he needs is for you start up again."

"Fine," she huffed as she walked over to her backpack and walked up to her room.


Cross Home…

Katie walked into her room, glad to be home from therapy and sat on her bed. She had been going to therapy since her two day hospital stay for Anorexia-Nervosa.

Kelsi walked into her room, "Dinner's going to be ready in about twenty minutes all right?"

"Okay," Katie said, staring at the ceiling.

Kelsi turned to leave the room but stopped and turned to face Katie. "Diary please," she said.

Sighing, Katie walked over to her bag and pulled out a small purple notebook that had the words 'Food Diary' written on the front of it. She had to record everything she had eaten that day and then show it not only to her therapist but to her parents as well. "Here," she said, handing it to her mom.

"Thank you," Kelsi said as she took it and briefly looked through it. "You only ate half of your lunch?"

"Yes because the other half contained meat," she said, making a face of disgust.

"I see," she said, trying to remember who packed Katie's lunch. "Wait a minute…didn't you pack your own lunch this morning?"

She nodded, "Yes but dad said I needed protein of some sort so I put a cheese sandwich in there. Then he put last night's spaghetti…that has meat sauce in it into my lunch. So I threw it away."

"Why didn't you say anything to him?"

Katie just looked at her mom, "This is dad we're talking about. Mr. Clueless, remember?"

Kelsi stifled a laugh as she nodded, "Right." She handed the diary back to Katie, "So how was school?"

She shrugged, "It was school." She smiled, "I did get my Biology report back though."

Kelsi, knowing how hard Katie had worked on the report smiled, "And?"

"And…" She took her Biology folder out of her bag and handed her mom the eight page report.

"You got an A! Katie I am so proud of you!" Kelsi looked through the report, "This is wonderful honey." She kissed her on the head.

"Thanks…so does this mean I can call James," she asked in a hopeful voice. Because she and James talked on the phone so much, it was starting to disrupt her schoolwork. Now she was only allowed to talk to him on days when she was either given no homework (which was very rare), days she finished her homework early (again, rare), or when she brought home a good grade on something that wasn't homework.

Kelsi sighed and then nodded, "Yeah I guess it does."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said as she got up to hug her mom.

"But you have to wait until after dinner…deal?"

She nodded, "Deal."

"Good," she smiled, "And great job on the report. Make sure you show your dad."

"I will." Katie smiled and set the folder on her bed and looked at a picture of her and James that was taken at the carnival that summer.

Kelsi walked into Maddy's room, "How's it going?"

Maddy looked up, "I don't get this stupid Math assignment."

"Let's see," Kelsi said as she looked over her shoulder. "Ah you're beginning multiplication."

"Yeah and hating it."

"It's really not that hard. And you already know what 2x2 is."

"That's easy…it's 4."

"Exactly; so that means that 2x4 is…"

"Um…I don't know."

"Well, do this." Kelsi looked around and found a bag of marbles. "How convenient," she muttered to herself. "Anyway, if you take out four groups of two marbles each, you have how many?" She showed Maddy how there were four different groups of marbles, each group containing two marbles (A/N: This is how I learned when I was little :-)).

Maddy looked at the groups and then counted them. "There are eight of them."

"Right; so that means that 2x4 is…"

Her face lit up, "Eight!"

"Exactly."

"Wow that was easy!" She wrote down the answer. "Do I do that for 2x5 too?"

Kelsi nodded, "Sure if you want to."

"Okay, thank you mommy."

"You're welcome." She walked out of the room and headed downstairs.


Evans Home…

"Okay, good," Ryan said as he watched Angie write out a sentence. "Now can you sound it out for me?"

Angie sighed and looked at the sentence that read, 'The little cat ate his snack.' "The lit…little cat ate his sn…san…s…" She threw her pencil down, "I can't do it!"

"Relax Angie," Ryan said, not raising his voice at all; after all, he had gone through the same thing when he was her age. "Let's look at the last word again and sound it out slowly," he said.

"Okay," she said once she had calmed down. "Sna…"

"Good, you have the first three letters. Now what sound do the last two make?"

"Um…ck," she said, making a 'k' sound.

"Good. Now put it together."

"Sna…ck…snack!" Angie looked up at Ryan, "It's 'The little cat ate his snack!'"

He smiled, "Exactly. Good job sweetie."

"Thanks daddy."


Bolton Home…

After finishing her homework, Larissa walked out of her room and saw that Troy was in his room reading, looking calmer than he did when he first came home. She began to walk towards his room.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Kayleigh said.

"Good thing you're not me," Larissa retorted.

"Mommy said not to bother him."

"I'm not going to bother him; I just need to ask him a question."

"I still wouldn't…"

"Don't you have lines to work on or something?"

"Fine, don't listen to me," Kayleigh said as she walked back into her room.

"Okay I won't," Larissa said as she rolled her eyes and continued to walk to her parent's room. She knocked on the already open door, "Dad?"

Troy looked up from his book, "Hi honey."

Larissa smiled and walked over to him and sat down on the other side of the bed. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Go for it," he said as he put the book down.

"Can I please help out with either the school play or the community theatre play?"

He sighed, "Larissa, we talked about this."

"I know but I thought since my grades were better that you might change your mind," she said, putting on a puppy dog face.

"Well what did your mom say?"

She frowned, "She said no."

"Then the answer is still no." He took a deep breath as he felt a pang of dizziness hit him. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping it would go away. He opened his eyes, relieved that it had.

"This is so unfair!"

"Larissa, please," he said, now feeling a rather odd feeling in his back.

Larissa looked at her dad, "Are you okay daddy? You don't look like you feel well."

"I think I may be coming down with the flu or something," he said as the dizziness came back, this time he could feel himself begin to sweat.

"Oh…well are you sure I can't do something with the play because I've really been…"

"Larissa…go get your mother…now," he said, feeling a shooting pain in his left arm.

"Daddy what's…"

"Just…go…"

Larissa backed away from her dad but didn't go anywhere…she stood frozen in fear.

Kayleigh came out of her room, "Daddy I…" She looked at Troy, "Daddy?"

"Get…mom." Was all he could say.

Kayleigh glanced at Larissa, "Come on! We have to get mommy!"

Larissa nodded but still didn't move.

Kayleigh shook her head and ran downstairs to where Sharpay, Ana and Zach were. "Mommy, daddy's sick!"

Sharpay looked up, "What do you mean?"

"He's all sweaty and his face is all…pink and he's holding his arm…"

Sharpay didn't need to hear anymore. She knew what was going on. She ran upstairs, Kayleigh, Zach and Ana following her. "Oh G-d, Troy," she said. She looked over at Larissa who still seemed to be frozen. "Larissa, call 911; tell them that your father is having a heart attack." She waited for Larissa to go to the phone. "NOW, LARISSA!"

Larissa, upon hearing her mother yell at her like that sprang into action and did as she was instructed. "Yes hello? Someone needs to come over here. My dad is having a…a…"

"Heart attack," Sharpay finished for her.

"…Heart attack," she said into the phone. "Uh huh…yes he's breathing," she said, becoming more frightened by what the operator was asking her. "Um his face is pink, he's sweating and he's holding his arm…okay thank you." She hung up and looked at her mom who was trying to make Troy as comfortable as possible. "The woman said the paramedics would be here in a few minutes."

Sharpay nodded, "Thank you. Now please go downstairs and unlock the front door and wait for them."

"Why me? Why can't Ana or Zach…"

"Because I asked you to, Larissa! Now please go!" Sharpay yelled, not out of anger, but fear. She hadn't even realized she had yelled at her. "Troy you're going to be all right," she said softly, stroking his head. "Kayleigh, please go get a towel for me; Zach go wait with Larissa."

Both did as they were told.

"Ana, please go get Sam and then call your uncle Ryan and tell him what's going on and then call Kelsi and Jason." She looked at Ana and saw the fear in her daughter's eyes. "Okay; go get Sam and then have Kayleigh call okay?"

She nodded, "Okay." Ana hurried out of the room and got Sam out of his room and carried him downstairs. "Kayleigh, mom wants you to call Uncle Ryan and aunt Gabi and then Kelsi and Jason."

"Okay," Kayleigh said as she ran back into the room with a towel, "Here mommy."

"Thank you honey." Sharpay wiped Troy's face, "You're going to be okay," she said again.

Kayleigh picked up the phone and called her aunt and uncle and tried to explain what was going on.

"Just tell them to meet us at the hospital," Sharpay said.

"Okay," Kayleigh said. "Mommy said to meet us at the hospital."

"Oh no," Sharpay said.

"What? Is it daddy," Kayleigh said, alarmed.

"No, it's not daddy…I have to go with daddy to the hospital; how are you going to get there?" She looked down at Troy, "Don't you even think about worrying…" The sirens stopped her. "Finally." Okay Kayleigh. Call Ryan back and tell him to come and take you guys to the hospital. Can you do that for me?"

"Okay."

Larissa opened the door for the paramedics, "It's the second room on the right," she said as they came by with a stretcher.

"Thank you," the taller of the two said. They walked into the house and went upstairs and questioned Sharpay as Kayleigh started to dial the phone number.

"What was it? I can't remember now," she said, beginning to panic.

"Can't remember what," Larissa asked.

"Uncle Ryan and aunt Gabi's phone number," she said as tears filled her eyes. "Mommy said to call them and have them take us to the hospital since mommy has to go with daddy."

Larissa nodded and dialed the number, telling Ryan just that. Thankfully they hadn't left their house yet. "Okay they're on their way," she said to Kayleigh. "It's going to be all right."

Ana gasped and sat down, still holding Sam as she saw her dad, her hero, the person who always made her feel better when she was sick or sad being wheeled down the stairs on a stretcher; an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth and her mom, right beside him. "Daddy?"

Larissa walked over to her, "Daddy will be fine," she assured her.

Just as Troy was being put into the ambulance, Ryan stopped in front of the house and hurried out of the car, giving his sister a brief hug. "He's going to be fine Shar," he said quietly.

"I hope so," she said as she got into the ambulance. "Make sure they're okay, will you?"

"Of course." He watched as Sharpay climbed into the ambulance and then drove off, lights flashing, sirens blaring. He hurried up to the house, "Come on guys."

"Is daddy going to die," Kayleigh asked, quite frightened.

Ryan knelt down to her level, "Your daddy…will be just fine," he said. He picked her up and carried her (with difficulty) down to the car and helped her in. When everyone else was strapped in, he drove to the hospital.

Once there, Troy was rushed into a room, Sharpay close behind.

"I'm sorry ma'am, medical staff only for the time being," a nurse said.

"But I'm his wife!"

"Ma'am please take a seat here and fill these forms out," she said, handing Sharpay papers for insurance and other medical information.

"Thanks for nothing," Sharpay said on the verge of tears. She began filling the papers out when her emotions got the best of her. Ryan, who had just gotten to the hospital with the kids saw her and hurried over to her and put an arm around her, allowing her to cry into his shoulder.

Ana, Kayleigh and Zach (and Sam, who was still in Ana's arms) walked over and sat across from their mom and uncle, not knowing what to feel except fear.

Larissa, however, seemed to show no emotion whatsoever. "This is my fault," she said softly to herself. She walked over and sat by herself, her knees up to her chest.

Ryan looked over and saw Larissa. "Why don't I fill these out for you, Shar," he said as he gestured towards Larissa.

She nodded and thanked him and walked over to Larissa and sat beside her. "Hey there."

"I'm sorry mom," she choked out. "This is my fault. If I didn't…"

"No Larissa, this isn't your fault. None of it is," she said as she held her.

45 minutes later, a doctor then emerged from the room where Troy was. Gabi, who had just gotten to the hospital rushed to Ryan's side after giving Sharpay a reassuring hug.

"Your husband," the doctor said addressing Sharpay, "Seems to have had a minor heart attack.

Even though she already knew what it was, the words still stung her. "Is he going to be okay?"

He looked from the kids to Ryan and Gabi and back to Sharpay. "Yes, he's going to be all right. We're treating him now with medication. You called just in time; had you called any later, the damage to his heart would be much worse…thankfully from what we saw in the Echocardiogram, very little damage was done; your husband should make a full recovery."

"Thank you," Sharpay said, rather relieved.

The doctor looked at the kids who had blank looks on their faces, "Your father will be just fine," he said with a smile. "You can go see him in a few minutes okay?"

They nodded, "Okay," Zach said, speaking for the rest.

Larissa felt relieved but at the same time couldn't help but to think if she had acted faster perhaps this could have all been avoided…maybe she should have listened to her sister…maybe even though her mom said it wasn't her fault, it really was. She retreated back to the chairs and sat down, knees back up to her chest.


Okay…so maybe it wasn't as short as I thought it was going to be, LOL. Anyway I tried to be as precise as possible; my dad had a close encounter with a heart attack in 1998 (thankfully he didn't have one since the paramedics were called rather quickly) so I know a little bit about these…unfortunately. Anyway, please review and I will try to have another chapter out soon. Don't ask me when because I don't know when that will be. But I promise I will write another chapter!