Dru had been thinking about Swan Lake when it happened. More specifically she had been thinking how wonderful it was to leap into Xander, the male leads, arms and how safe it felt. She didn't even realize the foot tripped her until she was already airborne down the staircase.
"How is she?" Darla asked running into Dru's hospital room. She paused a moment seeing the male dancer sitting by Dru's bed holding her hand.
"She was awake for a few minutes," Xander assured her, "but they say it's good that she sleeps. She doesn't have a concussion and nothing is broken, but she was really bruised. They say it depends on her how quickly she recovers."
"How did it happen?" Darla demanded.
"I'm not sure everything happened so fast," Xander admitted, "but my guess is that it was the ballerina who has been gunning for Dru's solo. Do you want my seat?" Xander looked up, but Darla was already gone.
It hadn't been hard for Darla to track the ballerina down. She wasn't just a mafia princess; her father had taught her how to track prey and how to eliminate them.
"Did you hurt Dru?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." The girl smiled as she walked away. "I hope Dru is okay. You know the old adage 'Break a Leg'"
With that Darla was on her. It felt so good to punch someone, to actually be doing something. She was enjoying herself so much she didn't notice the two other girls coming up behind her until the lead pipe crushed her right hand.