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Jan's eyes fluttered open and she turned over to find Rizzo's side of the bed empty. She gasped, and hopped out of the bed. She rushed down the hall to the bathroom.

"Rizzo?" The bathroom was empty. She rushed down the stairs and looked in the living room.

"Rizzo?" she called again, getting more and more nervous by the second. "Rizz- " She went into the kitchen, only to find Rizzo lying on the floor.

"Rizzo!" Jan gasped and dropped to her knees at her side. "Rizz, what'd ya do…?" she looked around her to find one of her father's beer bottles lying empty on the floor beside Rizzo. Her eyes shut slowly.

"Rizzo!" Jan cried, shaking Rizzo's unconscious form. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Mom! Help!"

Hearing Jan's cries, her mother rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Rizzo!"

Jan's mother appeared in the kitchen and gasped. "What happened?"

"I woke up…and she wasn't in bed. I found her in here…and…and this…" Jan handed her mother the empty bottle. Jan's father then appeared in the kitchen.

"Oh no…" Jan's mother stared at the bottle. "Jan, call the hospital, now!"

Jan nodded and rushed to the phone, shaking as she did so.

An ambulance arrived at their house and they rushed inside and put Rizzo's unconscious form onto a stretcher. Jan followed them out and demanded to sit with her in the ambulance. Jan's parents said they would meet her at the hospital.

Jan ran after the men carrying the stretcher. The neighbors were making a small gathering around the house, whispering among themselves. They gasped when they saw Rizzo unconscious. Jan paid no mind to them.

The men placed the stretcher in the back of the ambulance and helped Jan up. She sat down and held Rizzo's hand.

"You're gonna be alright Rizz," she whispered. "I promise,"

The ambulance started moving and the sirens started blaring.

"Do you know what happened?" the man asked as he checked for a pulse.

"I found her lying on the floor," Jan said shakily, holding back more tears. "And there was an empty bottle of beer next to her. I think she drank all of it,"

The man shook his head sadly. "Her stomach is going to need to be pumped. We'll see what happens after that,"

Jan simply nodded, not really wanting to know what he meant by getting her "stomach pumped". It sounded revolting.

"Is she gonna die?" Jan asked timidly.

"We won't know until after we pump her stomach,"

Jan nodded again, squeezing Rizzo's hand tighter.


The phone rang again. She looked up from her reading and looked at the phone. Her husband wasn't home…he wouldn't know if she answered the phone. She picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, are you Betty Rizzo's mother?"

"Um yes," she responded nervously.

"She has just been checked in to the hospital. She was found unconscious. She drank an entire bottle of beer. We have to pump her stomach,"

"W…what…" she was dumbstruck. "I…I'm on my way there…thank you…"

The woman on the other end hung up. Her heart jumped everywhere. What was going to become of her daughter? She quickly rushed out the door, not caring what her husband would have to say about it.


Jan sat with Marty and Sonny in the lobby of the hospital. Jan had called them and they had both gotten there as soon as they could. They were all anxiously awaiting news of Rizzo's condition. The doctors had all said Rizzo got alcohol poisoning.

"I shoulda known…" Jan said. "I shoulda told my dad to hide his beer…I…"

"Jan ya can't blame yourself," Marty put her hand on Jan's leg. "Ya couldn't have known she was gonna wake up before ya,"

"I don't even no why she did it," Jan said. "We managed to keep her away from alcohol the whole time…why did she just break all of a sudden?"

"I guess we'll never know," Sonny said.

Suddenly Rizzo's mother came bursting into the hospital. "Where is she?"

"Mrs. Rizzo!" Jan stood up. "She's getting her stomach pumped. Ya can't see her yet,"

"Oh…" she stopped walking and sat down next to Jan. She was wringing her hands nervously. "She's gonna be ok…right?"

"That's what the doctors said," Jan reassured her.

"She…she's really…not ok…is she?" she stuttered.

"What?" Jan said.

"She's not ok…"

"No, the doctors said – "

"Not that!" her mother snapped. "The accident! Frenchy! Kenickie! She must feel horrible if she drank an entire bottle of beer into unconsciousness!"

Jan sat there stunned for a moment, not entirely sure what to say. Should she say the truth? That Rizzo wasn't ok, and quite possibly won't ever be again?

"I'm sorry…" Rizzo's mother apologized. "I'm just so worried about her. But she's so angry with me…and she has every right to be. But I…I really do love her. She's my daughter. I want to be there for her…to actually be her mother for once. But she wants nothing to do with me!"

Once again, all three of them were at a loss for words. Jan wanted to say that if she just talked to Rizzo it might work out…but Rizzo was the most stubborn person any of them had ever met, especially when it came to her parents. Jan watched helplessly as silent tears fell from her eyes.

"I'm real sorry," Jan said. "I wish I could do something to help,"

"When she wakes up, could you tell her for me?" she looked at her pleadingly. "Maybe she'll listen to you?"

"I…uh…sure thing," Jan reassured her.

"Just tell her that I'm so sorry, and that she has every right to be angry and upset, and that I love her so much,"

"Al…alright," Jan said. She looked nervously back at the other two teenagers sitting next to her, who simply shrugged their shoulders.

Hours of anxious waiting passed, and soon they had been informed that Rizzo was awake and ready to see people. Jan and Marty jumped out of their seats, and Sonny helped Marty up and handed her the crutches. Jan looked back at Rizzo's mother and smiled reassuringly, and the three of them hurried after the doctor.

When they arrived at Rizzo's room, Jan ran to the bed and threw her arms around Rizzo.

"Rizzo!" she exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're alright! Ya scared me to death!" Jan shuddered, remembering seeing her lifeless form.

"I…" Rizzo awkwardly put her arms around Jan. She still couldn't clearly remember what was going on.

"Ya feelin' better Rizz?" Marty asked.

"Yeah…I guess…" Rizzo looked around at her surroundings. "What's going on? how did I get back here?" She suddenly began to panic, thinking that maybe she had been run over by that car, maybe it wasn't a dream. Kenickie was dead. "Kenickie! Is he alright?"

"Nothing's changed with Kenickie," Jan said. "You're back in the hospital…ya drank a whole bottle of beer…a big one,"

Rizzo scrambled through her thoughts frantically. Then it clicked. It was a dream. She had woken up desperately needing alcohol. There had been no one there to stop her this time though. She'd gone too far. "Oh…"

"But they got it all out of ya, and you're gonna be just fine," Jan reassured her.

Rizzo nodded slowly.

"I got good news," Jan broke the awkward silence. "Danny's gettin' outta here tomorrow,"

Rizzo nodded again, a forced smile on her face. The smile quickly faded. Jan watched sadly as Rizzo wrung her hands in a way similar to her mother's. That reminded her. Her mother.

"Uh Rizz," Jan began. "Your mom's here. She wants to see you but she doesn't wanna upset you. She's real sorry for everything that she did. She really does love you, you just gotta let her,"

Rizzo stared at Jan blankly, listening to her say a bunch of words. Slowly, each sentence clicked in her brain. Her mother was here. She's sorry…she loves you…

"Rizzo are ya hearin' anything I'm sayin'?" Jan interrupted her thoughts and Rizzo snapped back to reality. She nodded again then went back to wringing her hands.

"What's wrong with her?" Sonny asked.

"Maybe we should get the doctor…" Marty suggested.

"I…I think so…" Jan got off Rizzo's bed and went outside. "There's something wrong with her. She's not even lookin' at me when I talk to her. All she's doin' is nodding, and I have to tap her on the shoulder just so she does that,"

"Well, she's just had a great amount of alcohol removed from her; she's expected to be a little slow,"

"But…" Jan was about to argue, but she stopped herself. "So that's all normal?"

"Yes," the doctor replied with a smile. "She'll be back to herself in around twenty-four hours,"

Marty was sitting on the bed, talking to Rizzo really slowly and sweetly, and Rizzo was nodding over and over. Jan kept looking at her blank expression, but had to look away. It somehow terrified her.

"You guys, I think we oughta leave Rizzo alone," Jan said. "The doctor said it was best,"

"Oh sure," Sonny said, helping Marty with her crutches again.

The three of them left the room, Marty and Jan waving goodbye. Rizzo lifted her arm in attempt to wave. As soon as they were out of sight she dropped her hand. Her whole body went numb again. Everything was happening way too fast. Her slow brain couldn't process everything. Her mother…beer…Kenickie…her head started pounding again.

"Hey," Rizzo slurred. "Ya got something to drink?"

"I've got water," the doctor smiled.

"Not that," Rizzo brought her hands to her aching head. "I mean…a drink,"

"You can't have any of that," the doctor said firmly. "That's the reason you're here, and giving you more would make you sick again,"

"Good! Kill me!" Rizzo sputtered.

The doctor stared curiously at the insane girl lying before him. Talk like this was what required a psychologist. He was going to need to talk with the girl's mother, whom he had been told was sitting in the lobby.

"I'll get you some water," he said.

"I don't want water dammit!" she shouted.

The doctor stopped and thought about what he should say. "Alright. I'll get you what you want, after you sleep. Alcohol would be better after you sleep," he said calmly. "DO you have any headaches right now?"

Rizzo nodded, holding her head.

"Alright. You get some rest," the doctor watched as Rizzo obeyed and shut her eyes. He smiled to himself and made his way to the lobby to talk to this girl's mother.