"No! No she didn't!" Shane yelled fully ready to fight the doctor.
Nidia started crying and wrapped her arms around Shane's waist.
"How is she?" Jeff asked blocking out all his emotions so he could as the questions he knew Shane and Nidia would never be able to.
"Well she's not dead." Doctor Schindler said. Shane's eyes widened and was about to say something but Nidia put her hand over his mouth.
"Will she live?" Jeff asked again.
"We can hope, can't we?" Doctor Schindler asked.
~~~~~~~
"Do you remember a Jen Concanon? At all?" Modesty asked Destiny for the millionth time. For the millionth time Destiny shook her head.
"No I don't remember her at all." She said. Modesty sighed.
"Maybe it's not her. Maybe I have the wrong person." Modesty said miserably. Destiny hugged her.
"Don't worry about it. Nothing will happen. I won't allow it."
"I don't know Destiny. Everything's against me. Look at this list! It's so long! It looks like the U.S. Constitution!"
"So? We'll narrow it down. We work pretty well together."
"No we don't! Remember my last plan? The information leaked out!"
"Yeah but this time we're not planning anything."
"I don't know Destiny. I just might turn myself in like the person said."
"Modesty don't you dare!"
"I don't know. I don't know." Modesty muttered and began crying.
~~~~~~
Jen smiled as she sat on her couch. Thirteen years later and she had finally gotten her revenge. It was great too. She was a cop. Who would suspect a cop? Nobody. Especially not one as loved and respected as her.
Jen sipped her coffee and leaned back. Revenge was sweet. Especially revenge that had no consequences.
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"If Shayleen dies I will murder that doctor with my bare hands." Shane growled. Nidia put her hand on his stomach and gently pushed him away.
"It's not his fault." She said lowly.
"So? There's still something he could have done to prevent this!"
"Shane some things can't be prevented."
"I don't care Nidia! She's three! Like they couldn't have prevented her from having a heart attack?"
"Shane honey you can't prevent a heart attack at any age."
"Nidia I-" Shane trailed off as he seen Jen, Dan and a few other police officers walk in.
"Does anyone here by any chance remember who was in the room last with Shayleen? The doctors found illegal drugs in her system which caused her to have the heart attack. One of you may have put the drugs in there." Jen said calmly.
"Shane was the last one in there I believe." Doctor Schindler said. He had come over when he seen the cops come in.
"Is that true?" Dan asked. Shane tried to think. He couldn't remember!
"Were you by yourself?" Jen asked. Shane didn't even remember going in, much less with whom.
"I, uh, yeah. No, I don't know!" Shane cried.
"You went in?" Nidia asked lowly, her eyes filling up. "When?"
"Yeah I did. You weren't paying attention. You were talking to Jeff or someone." Shane said not sure if he was lying or not because he didn't remember.
"Arrest him." Jen said. Another officer came up from behind, handcuffed him and started reading him his rights.
"No! You can't do this!" Shane screamed as they dragged him out of the hospital.
~~~~~~~
"Ow!" Modesty exclaimed as her finger pricked something. She crawled out of her huge closet to look at it.
"Bastard." She whispered when she seen a little droplet of blood fall off her finger.
She crawled back in to see what pricked her. She was shocked when she pulled out a needle.
"What the fuck is that?" She asked and stood up. She hadn't done drugs since before she moved to Massachusetts so it had been a long time. Surely this wasn't from her. So where the hell did it come from?
~~~~~~~
"You know what I heard?" Donna asked Angel. Angel didn't say anything.
"I heard your boy Shane got arrested for drugging his own hospitalized daughter and giving her a heart attack." Donna said. Again Angel didn't answer. A curious Donna climbed off her bunk and walked over to Angel's bunk. She screamed when she seen her.
Angel was lying on her bunk on her back with her left arm strewn over her eyes. In her right hand was a sharpened piece of metal she had picked off the bottom of her bunk. Her wrists were slit as well as her stomach.
"Someone get the fuck in here!" Donna screamed.
"What's going on?" An officer asked. Donna pointed to Angel, too horrified to talk. Quickly the police and the EMTs moved Angel out.
~~~~~~~
"What are you in for?" A big black guy asked Shane. Shane lay down on his bunk and sighed.
"I was framed." He mumbled. All the guys laughed.
"Sure. You and everyone else here!" One of them managed to say through their laughter. Shane ignored them. Fuck them
What bothered Shane the most was he really didn't remember that night. He knew he went in to see Shayleen. He had to. She was his daughter. But Shane didn't remember who he went with. Did he go in alone? He probably didn't because he was so scared of hospitals. But who did he go with? Shane didn't remember. Was it possible he drugged his own daughter? Shane wanted to say no, definally no, but he wasn't 100% sure. He had pulled some pretty awful things in his life time because he was scared of happiness. That whole night was a haze and Shane wished it wasn't.
"How is she?" Jeff asked blocking out all his emotions so he could as the questions he knew Shane and Nidia would never be able to.
"Well she's not dead." Doctor Schindler said. Shane's eyes widened and was about to say something but Nidia put her hand over his mouth.
"Will she live?" Jeff asked again.
"We can hope, can't we?" Doctor Schindler asked.
~~~~~~~
"Do you remember a Jen Concanon? At all?" Modesty asked Destiny for the millionth time. For the millionth time Destiny shook her head.
"No I don't remember her at all." She said. Modesty sighed.
"Maybe it's not her. Maybe I have the wrong person." Modesty said miserably. Destiny hugged her.
"Don't worry about it. Nothing will happen. I won't allow it."
"I don't know Destiny. Everything's against me. Look at this list! It's so long! It looks like the U.S. Constitution!"
"So? We'll narrow it down. We work pretty well together."
"No we don't! Remember my last plan? The information leaked out!"
"Yeah but this time we're not planning anything."
"I don't know Destiny. I just might turn myself in like the person said."
"Modesty don't you dare!"
"I don't know. I don't know." Modesty muttered and began crying.
~~~~~~
Jen smiled as she sat on her couch. Thirteen years later and she had finally gotten her revenge. It was great too. She was a cop. Who would suspect a cop? Nobody. Especially not one as loved and respected as her.
Jen sipped her coffee and leaned back. Revenge was sweet. Especially revenge that had no consequences.
~~~~~~~~
"If Shayleen dies I will murder that doctor with my bare hands." Shane growled. Nidia put her hand on his stomach and gently pushed him away.
"It's not his fault." She said lowly.
"So? There's still something he could have done to prevent this!"
"Shane some things can't be prevented."
"I don't care Nidia! She's three! Like they couldn't have prevented her from having a heart attack?"
"Shane honey you can't prevent a heart attack at any age."
"Nidia I-" Shane trailed off as he seen Jen, Dan and a few other police officers walk in.
"Does anyone here by any chance remember who was in the room last with Shayleen? The doctors found illegal drugs in her system which caused her to have the heart attack. One of you may have put the drugs in there." Jen said calmly.
"Shane was the last one in there I believe." Doctor Schindler said. He had come over when he seen the cops come in.
"Is that true?" Dan asked. Shane tried to think. He couldn't remember!
"Were you by yourself?" Jen asked. Shane didn't even remember going in, much less with whom.
"I, uh, yeah. No, I don't know!" Shane cried.
"You went in?" Nidia asked lowly, her eyes filling up. "When?"
"Yeah I did. You weren't paying attention. You were talking to Jeff or someone." Shane said not sure if he was lying or not because he didn't remember.
"Arrest him." Jen said. Another officer came up from behind, handcuffed him and started reading him his rights.
"No! You can't do this!" Shane screamed as they dragged him out of the hospital.
~~~~~~~
"Ow!" Modesty exclaimed as her finger pricked something. She crawled out of her huge closet to look at it.
"Bastard." She whispered when she seen a little droplet of blood fall off her finger.
She crawled back in to see what pricked her. She was shocked when she pulled out a needle.
"What the fuck is that?" She asked and stood up. She hadn't done drugs since before she moved to Massachusetts so it had been a long time. Surely this wasn't from her. So where the hell did it come from?
~~~~~~~
"You know what I heard?" Donna asked Angel. Angel didn't say anything.
"I heard your boy Shane got arrested for drugging his own hospitalized daughter and giving her a heart attack." Donna said. Again Angel didn't answer. A curious Donna climbed off her bunk and walked over to Angel's bunk. She screamed when she seen her.
Angel was lying on her bunk on her back with her left arm strewn over her eyes. In her right hand was a sharpened piece of metal she had picked off the bottom of her bunk. Her wrists were slit as well as her stomach.
"Someone get the fuck in here!" Donna screamed.
"What's going on?" An officer asked. Donna pointed to Angel, too horrified to talk. Quickly the police and the EMTs moved Angel out.
~~~~~~~
"What are you in for?" A big black guy asked Shane. Shane lay down on his bunk and sighed.
"I was framed." He mumbled. All the guys laughed.
"Sure. You and everyone else here!" One of them managed to say through their laughter. Shane ignored them. Fuck them
What bothered Shane the most was he really didn't remember that night. He knew he went in to see Shayleen. He had to. She was his daughter. But Shane didn't remember who he went with. Did he go in alone? He probably didn't because he was so scared of hospitals. But who did he go with? Shane didn't remember. Was it possible he drugged his own daughter? Shane wanted to say no, definally no, but he wasn't 100% sure. He had pulled some pretty awful things in his life time because he was scared of happiness. That whole night was a haze and Shane wished it wasn't.