Authors note: Yo, I wasn't going to post this for a week, but I decided to be nice and post it today. Thanks for all the reviews!
And now without further ado, I present to you;
12. Panic
Joan pulled out her cell phone and punched in 911.
"911 emergency?"
"My boyfriend, he fell off his horse, he's unconcious. I need an ambulance! We're on the south trail in Highland Park," Joan said, trying to stay calm. The person on the other end told her an ambulance was on its way. Joan hung up the cell phone and looked back down at Adam, crying.
A few minutes later, Adam was being place on a stretcher. Joan rode in the ambulance with him, explaning to the paramedics what happened. Once at the hospital, Joan wasn't allowd in the room while the doctors were working. She pulled out a quarter, cell phones not being allowd in hospitals and all, and place it in the pay phone.
At Grace's house, the phone began to ring. She pulled herself away from Luke for a second and looked through her opened bedroom door at the phone in the den.
"Way too far away," she said under her breath, turning back to Luke. She wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, his shirt had somehow managed to be removed in the makeout session and was now on Grace's floor, and the two went back to some serious making out. The answering machean picked up.
"Hello, you have reached David and Grace. We can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message."
"Grace? Pick up the phone. Grace?! Come on!! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE! Take your tounge out of my brother's mouth and pick up the phone. Please," Joan said. Grace heard the panic in Joan's voice on the word please, and she automatically knew. She broke the kiss with Luke and ran into the den, picking up the phone.
"Joan?" she asked. Luke walked into the den and listened to Grace's end of the conversation.
"Oh my God. Did they tell you anything? How long-? Oh my God. Of course. I'll be right there," Grace said. Hanging up her phone. She ran back into her room and grabbed her leather jacket.
"What's going on?" Luke asked. Grace bent down and picked up Luke's shirt, tossing it to him.
"Put your shirt on. I've got to go to the Rove's," Grace told him. She then grabbed her keys and closed her door.
"Why?" Luke asked, buttoning up his shirt.
"I'll tell you in the car," Grace said, running out of the den. Luke followed her out of the house and into the car.
"Grace, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Your sister was on the phone. She was calling.. She was calling from the hospital," Grace told him, putting the car in drive and heading for the Rove's.
"Is she okay?!" Luke asked.
"Yeah. It's Adam.. He's unconcious," Grace said, pulling into the Rove's driveway. She jumped out of the car and ran up to the front door. It was locked. She pulled her keys out of her pocket, put one in the door, unlocked it and walked into the house. Luke watched this from the car. Grace and Mr. Rove appeared a moment later. Mr. Rove jumped into his car, and Grace back into hers.
"We're going to the hospital," Grace said.
As the three entered the hospital, Luke felt Grace grab his hand. Mr. Rove walked up to the desk and started yelling receptionist. Grace and Luke walked into the waiting room and sunk down into the chairs.
"I don't believe I'm in this hospital again," Grace said, under her breath.
"What?" Luke asked.
"Three years ago. I was here with Adam.. The day his mother died," Grace said. Luke suddenly understood why she was so freaked out. She and Adam were best friends, they'd known each other for thirteen years, and Adam was unconcious. The last time she was in a hospital, someone died. It all made sence.
"He's in room 374," Mr. Rove told the teens, then followed a doctor down the hall. Grace and Luke stood up and headed for the elevator, going up to the third floor. The elevator doors opened, and they walked down the hall, where they found the waiting room for rooms 370-379. Joan was pacing back and fourth when she noticed them. She ran over and hugged her brother, then turned to Grace and hugged her. Grace looked very uncomfortable, but hugged Joan back for a second, then stepped back and crossed her arms.
"Um.. How.. How is he?" Grace asked.
"They just moved him out of ICU. He's.. He's in a coma.." Joan said, barly whispering. Grace nodded a little.
"Mr. Rove's in there now with a doctor," Joan explained.
"Joan?" a doctor called out into the waiting room. She spun around.
"You!" she yelled. "Why did you do this?!" Joan ran over to the doctor-God. Grace and Luke watched Joan and God go into an empty room, Joan still screaming at him and crying.
"O-kay.." Luke said under his breath.
In the empty hospital room, Joan had taken a seat on the bed. She looked up at at God.
"Why did you do this? What did he do?"
"Joan, you know I can't tell you that. But he'll be alright, for the most part. Give him time Joan, everything happens for a reason." God left, and Joan sat on the bed, pulling herself together, then walked out of the room and saw the strangest sight in the waiting room. Not only was Grace willingly hugging Luke, but she appeared to be crying.
"Tell anyone you saw me cry and I'll hurt you," Grace told Luke.
"Don't worry." They broke apart and walked over to a row of chairs, collapsing in them again. Joan joined them. The three sat in silence for a while, when Mr. Rove came out.
"He's waking up. The doctors said that we should all just go home and check back tomorrow."
And now without further ado, I present to you;
12. Panic
Joan pulled out her cell phone and punched in 911.
"911 emergency?"
"My boyfriend, he fell off his horse, he's unconcious. I need an ambulance! We're on the south trail in Highland Park," Joan said, trying to stay calm. The person on the other end told her an ambulance was on its way. Joan hung up the cell phone and looked back down at Adam, crying.
A few minutes later, Adam was being place on a stretcher. Joan rode in the ambulance with him, explaning to the paramedics what happened. Once at the hospital, Joan wasn't allowd in the room while the doctors were working. She pulled out a quarter, cell phones not being allowd in hospitals and all, and place it in the pay phone.
At Grace's house, the phone began to ring. She pulled herself away from Luke for a second and looked through her opened bedroom door at the phone in the den.
"Way too far away," she said under her breath, turning back to Luke. She wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, his shirt had somehow managed to be removed in the makeout session and was now on Grace's floor, and the two went back to some serious making out. The answering machean picked up.
"Hello, you have reached David and Grace. We can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message."
"Grace? Pick up the phone. Grace?! Come on!! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE! Take your tounge out of my brother's mouth and pick up the phone. Please," Joan said. Grace heard the panic in Joan's voice on the word please, and she automatically knew. She broke the kiss with Luke and ran into the den, picking up the phone.
"Joan?" she asked. Luke walked into the den and listened to Grace's end of the conversation.
"Oh my God. Did they tell you anything? How long-? Oh my God. Of course. I'll be right there," Grace said. Hanging up her phone. She ran back into her room and grabbed her leather jacket.
"What's going on?" Luke asked. Grace bent down and picked up Luke's shirt, tossing it to him.
"Put your shirt on. I've got to go to the Rove's," Grace told him. She then grabbed her keys and closed her door.
"Why?" Luke asked, buttoning up his shirt.
"I'll tell you in the car," Grace said, running out of the den. Luke followed her out of the house and into the car.
"Grace, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Your sister was on the phone. She was calling.. She was calling from the hospital," Grace told him, putting the car in drive and heading for the Rove's.
"Is she okay?!" Luke asked.
"Yeah. It's Adam.. He's unconcious," Grace said, pulling into the Rove's driveway. She jumped out of the car and ran up to the front door. It was locked. She pulled her keys out of her pocket, put one in the door, unlocked it and walked into the house. Luke watched this from the car. Grace and Mr. Rove appeared a moment later. Mr. Rove jumped into his car, and Grace back into hers.
"We're going to the hospital," Grace said.
As the three entered the hospital, Luke felt Grace grab his hand. Mr. Rove walked up to the desk and started yelling receptionist. Grace and Luke walked into the waiting room and sunk down into the chairs.
"I don't believe I'm in this hospital again," Grace said, under her breath.
"What?" Luke asked.
"Three years ago. I was here with Adam.. The day his mother died," Grace said. Luke suddenly understood why she was so freaked out. She and Adam were best friends, they'd known each other for thirteen years, and Adam was unconcious. The last time she was in a hospital, someone died. It all made sence.
"He's in room 374," Mr. Rove told the teens, then followed a doctor down the hall. Grace and Luke stood up and headed for the elevator, going up to the third floor. The elevator doors opened, and they walked down the hall, where they found the waiting room for rooms 370-379. Joan was pacing back and fourth when she noticed them. She ran over and hugged her brother, then turned to Grace and hugged her. Grace looked very uncomfortable, but hugged Joan back for a second, then stepped back and crossed her arms.
"Um.. How.. How is he?" Grace asked.
"They just moved him out of ICU. He's.. He's in a coma.." Joan said, barly whispering. Grace nodded a little.
"Mr. Rove's in there now with a doctor," Joan explained.
"Joan?" a doctor called out into the waiting room. She spun around.
"You!" she yelled. "Why did you do this?!" Joan ran over to the doctor-God. Grace and Luke watched Joan and God go into an empty room, Joan still screaming at him and crying.
"O-kay.." Luke said under his breath.
In the empty hospital room, Joan had taken a seat on the bed. She looked up at at God.
"Why did you do this? What did he do?"
"Joan, you know I can't tell you that. But he'll be alright, for the most part. Give him time Joan, everything happens for a reason." God left, and Joan sat on the bed, pulling herself together, then walked out of the room and saw the strangest sight in the waiting room. Not only was Grace willingly hugging Luke, but she appeared to be crying.
"Tell anyone you saw me cry and I'll hurt you," Grace told Luke.
"Don't worry." They broke apart and walked over to a row of chairs, collapsing in them again. Joan joined them. The three sat in silence for a while, when Mr. Rove came out.
"He's waking up. The doctors said that we should all just go home and check back tomorrow."
