Chapter 10:

Bleeding Knuckles

AN: So, here's chapter 10! I honestly never thought this story would get this far! I want to thank everyone who has reviewed for this story, Guest, izzy, Emilie, Me, Guest, and DisneyChannelLover. You guys really keep me going! Anyway, have a great day! God Bless You, fellow writers! :)

Donald exhaled deeply. "But you'll tell them, right?" he said wearily to Horace.

The doctor was obviously slightly stunned, but he nodded. "Yeah. Sure."

Donald patted his shoulder. "I gotta get back, alright?"

Horace nodded again. After Donald had left, he headed out into the main lobby. Kaz and Oliver were at the check-in desk, talking with Skylar. Horace rubbed his hand over his face. This was so not what he wanted to do.

He quietly approached the group. "Boys, could I, um...talk to you for a minute?"

The boys looked a little confused, but they complied.

Once they were a good distance away from the people, Oliver turned to the doctor. "What is it, Horace?"

"I just talked to Donald, and uh...he wanted me to talk to you about something."

Oliver started to look a little uneasy. "What's wrong?"

"It's about Mary."

At the mention of his unspoken crush, Kaz became slightly alarmed. "What's wrong with her?"

Horace ran his hand through his hair and avoided the boys' gazes. "Um, apparently...there were some...issues going on at school and...Mary...she, um...she tried to, kill herself, boys."

Kaz didn't even hear Horace finish his sentence. He was falling...falling...falling...

He heard Oliver yell his name.

Then all he saw was blackness.

Bree peered closely at the Bryn through the bars of the bleachers. She had talked to Emma, and she knew who Bryn was.

Bree stalked up to her. "You're Bryn, right?"

Bryn looked at her as if she were a pile of dirt. "What's it to you?"

"You know my cousin, don't you? Mary Ross?"

Bryn didn't say anything.

"You harassed her, remember? On Facebook?"

Bryn looked away snobbily. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Bree crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, I think you do."

Bryn stood, as did the rest of her girls. "I don't think that a person of your social standing has any right to speak to me like that. I didn't do anything wrong." She stood and started to walk away. The others followed suit.

"You know, she tried to kill herself last night."

Bryn stopped and turned on her hip. "Tried?"

"Yeah. And she would have been successful if one of her friends and my brothers hadn't stopped her."

Bryn chuckled slightly. "What a shame."

"'What a shame' what?"

"What a shame that she didn't succeed."

Bree's fuse, already short from worry and lack of sleep, snapped.

She sped at full speed towards Bryn, knocking her to the bleachers' metal bench. Then she punched...and punched. And when she was done punching, she kicked. And she kicked. And when she was fully satisfied that she had made her point, she grabbed Bryn by her shirt, and pinned her up against the back bars at the top of the bleachers.

Bryn was covered in blood, cuts, scrapes, and bruises. And while it was obvious she was fighting to stay conscious, she still looked scared to death.

Bree moved so that her face was barely an inch from Bryn's. "If you ever come near my cousin again, I promise you, that I will hurt you even more. And I won't be responsible for the outcome."

Even in her weakened state, Bryn still gave a light scoff. "Is that a death threat?"

Bree glared at her. "Let me sleep on it." Then she pulled back, and hurled Bryn onto the metal bench.

As she climbed down the stairs, she sighed. She was going to have to come up with an excuse for when Chase bandaged up her now bleeding knuckles.

"Kaz?"

The voice was distant, but Kaz heard it.

"Kaz, wake up."

He didn't want to get up.

"Kaz, can you hear me?"

Oliver.

Kaz opened his eyes, then quickly shut them at the sharp pain in his head. "I'm not deaf, Oliver."

He heard Oliver give a sigh of relief. "Good. For a second there I thought I was gonna have to go get Horace."

Kaz sat forward, but winced as pain shot through the back of his head. He was in one of Mighty Med's private rooms, in a hospital bed, with Oliver sitting at his side.

Oliver put a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back down. "Easy there."

"What happened?"

Oliver sighed. "You passed out. You also slammed the back of your head on the counter as you went down."

For a moment, Kaz was confused. Then everything registered in his mind. He turned to Oliver. "Please tell me Mary's okay."

Oliver nodded. "She's fine. She tired to..." he swallowed. "to overdose, but one of her friends and Adam and Chase got her before she could even do anything."

Kaz sat back against the pillows in relief. He rubbed his hand over his face. "How long was I out?"

"About three hours. You were really starting to worry me."

Kaz swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, but the room suddenly tilted, and he felt Oliver quickly steady him. "Whoa, take it easy, Kaz. If you go down, you know I'm not gonna be able to catch you."

Kaz sat back down gingerly. "Do you, um...is she in the hospital?"

Oliver nodded. "Yeah, but I don't know which one."

Kaz looked up at his friend. "Could you find out?"

Oliver nodded sadly and gently patted Kaz's shoulder. "Of course, Kaz."

AN: So, what did you think? So sorry for the wait! But I'm also working on updating my "Birthday Bash or Birthday Crash?" story, so hopefully you'll be seeing something of that soon! Anyway, please review! Have a great day! God Bless You, fellow writers! :)