**Thanks to all who reviewed, you're the ones who inspire me to keep
Adrienne alive, not that I was planning to kill her off. Muhaha, muhaha,
muhaha!
"What are you thinking about?" Peter asked Adrienne.
The two were sitting in the back of a helicopter.
"I'm thinking about enjoying the ride," Adrienne said dryly.
"Are you enjoying it?" he asked.
"I've never ridden in a helicopter before," she admitted. "How long are we going to have to stay at the hospital?" Adrienne asked.
"I shouldn't think very long," He told her.
"Good I don't like hospitals," she said.
Peter thought about what Adrienne said. He wondered if it meant anything. The helicopter landed on the roof of the hospital. There were a significant number of people waiting for them to arrive. The nurses emeadtly had Adrienne get onto a gurney and jut her head in a collar.
Adrienne laid back in awe; everything around her seemed to be moving too quickly. After a few moments, she blacked out. She awoke to kind herself in a private room. She felt something hard touching her hand; she looked down to see a plaster cast on her right arm.
"Are you awake?" Peter asked her.
"Yeah," Adrienne answered quietly.
"You broke a bone in your arm," Peter said, "but besides being dehydrated, that's all that is wrong."
"Did you call my dad?" she asked.
"Yes, do you want to talk to him?" Peter questioned.
"Yeah kind of," she replied.
"You can call him when we get back to Horizon," he told her.
"When are we going back?" Adrienne asked, her face lit up with this news.
"In a few minutes, whenever the doctor comes back," he said.
Adrienne nodded and was silent. She hated being here, it reminded her of going to see her mom. The thoughts of her mom made tears form in her eyes. She tried to roll over, but she couldn't with the cast on. She just sat holding back her tears until Peter told her it was time to go.
Adrienne was silent the whole way back. It was late morning, and her cast was starting to itch; she tried to rub it against her leg. It didn't help. The doctor had said it would be sore for a few days, he hadn't said anything about itchy. Peter parked the vehicle, and they both got out.
"Come inside, so you can use the telephone," he said.
Adrienne followed solemnly, she wanted to talk to her dad, but at the same time she didn't, she would rather talk to Case. She picked up the phone and dialed her home number.
"Hello?" Eden answered.
"Hey Edie," Adrienne said to her stepsister.
"Adrienne! How are you? I got your letter; it was so cool that you wrote to me. I won't tell anyone, I swear," Eden told her.
"I believe you. Is my dad there?" Adrienne asked.
"No he left for the airport a few hours ago," Eden said.
"Oh well," Adrienne said, she was a little disappointed but not really, "how are Bryce and Gracie?"
"Their fine, Bryce misses you," Eden replied, "I have to go, unless you want my mom to know you're on the phone."
"No go, I don't really want to talk to her now. Have fun at school," Adrienne told her.
"See ya," Eden said, then she hung up the phone.
Peter was looking at Adrienne when she set the phone down.
"He wasn't home," she stated to explain. It was no use calling Case; he would already be at school. She would try to call him tonight. "What am I supposed to do today?" she asked.
"It really depends on what you want to do, classes don't start for another two days," he explained.
"I'm going to sleep," she told him.
"If your arm starts to hurt go to the nurse's office, and she'll give you some of the painkillers the doctor gave you," Peter said.
Adrienne walked back to her dorm alone. She couldn't wait to knock herself out for a few hours. The first thing she did after reaching the dorm was take the bottle of sleeping pills out of her hollow book and pop two into her mouth. She stuffed the bottle back into it's hiding spot and curled up into a ball on her bed.
She awoke hours later with a headache, and her arm was throbbing. She thought about going to the nurse's office, and she looked at the clock that was blinking 12:00.
"Great, now I don't even know what time it is," she said aloud.
Adrienne searched under her bed, with her left arm, for the watch. She finally felt the cool, metallic circle, and she clutched the watch in her hand. It read, 11:38, and the darkness she saw through the window let her know it wasn't 11:38AM.
She sat up suddenly remembering her plan to call Case. It would still be an acceptable hour to call him. She jumped off the bed and headed out the door, not stopping to put her shoes on, for she had slept with them on. The winter night's air was chilling to her bare arms, but the temperature did not stop her, nothing would stop her, except Peter who was happened to be standing outside the office, after finishing his nightly rounds.
"Adrienne, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I just woke up, and my arm hurts," she explained.
"I'll go get the medicine, just go and wait in my office. You should really wear a coat," Peter added.
Adrienne went inside and picked up the phone, holding it with her head so she could use her left hand to dial. She punched the numbers in waited for someone to pick up.
"Hello," Case answered.
"Case it's Adrienne," she told him.
"Wow, I thought it was going to be Rachel again, but I'm really glad to hear from you. How are things?" he asked.
"I broke my arm, that kind of sucks. Other than that, things are good," Adrienne told her friend.
"Great, Rachel asks about you every day. Will you please at least write her a letter?" Case asked.
"I'll think about it, but if I do, let in be known I'm only doing because you asked me to," she said.
"I don't really care what you do," he started to say, but Peter entered the room.
"I have to go, talk to you later," Adrienne said, before slamming the phone down.
"Who were you talking to?" Peter asked.
"My dad's assistant, I was trying to get a hold of my dad, but he's stuck at some airport somewhere," Adrienne lied.
"Next time, ask if you want to use the telephone," he said, "Here you are supposed to take one of these with food or milk. Which one food or milk?" he asked.
"Food," she responded.
"Well, we need to go to the kitchen either way," Peter told her.
They went to the kitchen, where Adrienne chose a piece of bread. She ate it quickly, and then swallowed the pill that Peter handed to her.
"You're going to have to open up your mouth and show me that you swallowed it," Peter told her.
"Why, is this a policy you people have?" Adrienne questioned.
"Not normally, but this is heavy-duty stuff," he explained.
"Oh, see I did," she said, showing him her empty mouth.
"You better try and get some sleep," Peter told her.
"Okay," she turned and started to walk away.
"Adrienne," he said and waited for her to turn, she did. "Good night," he finished.
"'Night," Adrienne mumbled.
She quickly walked out of the building, and started running once she was outside. Something had upset her just now. Was it that Peter had said goo night to her? No, that's stupid lots of people say that, she told herself shaking the idea out of her head.
She entered the dorm and hurried herself into her pajamas. Adrienne lay in her bed awake, crying for what seemed like forever. She drifted off just as the sun was starting to peak over the mountains. She awoke with a warm beam of light shining on her check. The arm, connected to her body, ached more than she remembered it had. But maybe it wasn't her arm that ached, maybe it was something else.
"What are you thinking about?" Peter asked Adrienne.
The two were sitting in the back of a helicopter.
"I'm thinking about enjoying the ride," Adrienne said dryly.
"Are you enjoying it?" he asked.
"I've never ridden in a helicopter before," she admitted. "How long are we going to have to stay at the hospital?" Adrienne asked.
"I shouldn't think very long," He told her.
"Good I don't like hospitals," she said.
Peter thought about what Adrienne said. He wondered if it meant anything. The helicopter landed on the roof of the hospital. There were a significant number of people waiting for them to arrive. The nurses emeadtly had Adrienne get onto a gurney and jut her head in a collar.
Adrienne laid back in awe; everything around her seemed to be moving too quickly. After a few moments, she blacked out. She awoke to kind herself in a private room. She felt something hard touching her hand; she looked down to see a plaster cast on her right arm.
"Are you awake?" Peter asked her.
"Yeah," Adrienne answered quietly.
"You broke a bone in your arm," Peter said, "but besides being dehydrated, that's all that is wrong."
"Did you call my dad?" she asked.
"Yes, do you want to talk to him?" Peter questioned.
"Yeah kind of," she replied.
"You can call him when we get back to Horizon," he told her.
"When are we going back?" Adrienne asked, her face lit up with this news.
"In a few minutes, whenever the doctor comes back," he said.
Adrienne nodded and was silent. She hated being here, it reminded her of going to see her mom. The thoughts of her mom made tears form in her eyes. She tried to roll over, but she couldn't with the cast on. She just sat holding back her tears until Peter told her it was time to go.
Adrienne was silent the whole way back. It was late morning, and her cast was starting to itch; she tried to rub it against her leg. It didn't help. The doctor had said it would be sore for a few days, he hadn't said anything about itchy. Peter parked the vehicle, and they both got out.
"Come inside, so you can use the telephone," he said.
Adrienne followed solemnly, she wanted to talk to her dad, but at the same time she didn't, she would rather talk to Case. She picked up the phone and dialed her home number.
"Hello?" Eden answered.
"Hey Edie," Adrienne said to her stepsister.
"Adrienne! How are you? I got your letter; it was so cool that you wrote to me. I won't tell anyone, I swear," Eden told her.
"I believe you. Is my dad there?" Adrienne asked.
"No he left for the airport a few hours ago," Eden said.
"Oh well," Adrienne said, she was a little disappointed but not really, "how are Bryce and Gracie?"
"Their fine, Bryce misses you," Eden replied, "I have to go, unless you want my mom to know you're on the phone."
"No go, I don't really want to talk to her now. Have fun at school," Adrienne told her.
"See ya," Eden said, then she hung up the phone.
Peter was looking at Adrienne when she set the phone down.
"He wasn't home," she stated to explain. It was no use calling Case; he would already be at school. She would try to call him tonight. "What am I supposed to do today?" she asked.
"It really depends on what you want to do, classes don't start for another two days," he explained.
"I'm going to sleep," she told him.
"If your arm starts to hurt go to the nurse's office, and she'll give you some of the painkillers the doctor gave you," Peter said.
Adrienne walked back to her dorm alone. She couldn't wait to knock herself out for a few hours. The first thing she did after reaching the dorm was take the bottle of sleeping pills out of her hollow book and pop two into her mouth. She stuffed the bottle back into it's hiding spot and curled up into a ball on her bed.
She awoke hours later with a headache, and her arm was throbbing. She thought about going to the nurse's office, and she looked at the clock that was blinking 12:00.
"Great, now I don't even know what time it is," she said aloud.
Adrienne searched under her bed, with her left arm, for the watch. She finally felt the cool, metallic circle, and she clutched the watch in her hand. It read, 11:38, and the darkness she saw through the window let her know it wasn't 11:38AM.
She sat up suddenly remembering her plan to call Case. It would still be an acceptable hour to call him. She jumped off the bed and headed out the door, not stopping to put her shoes on, for she had slept with them on. The winter night's air was chilling to her bare arms, but the temperature did not stop her, nothing would stop her, except Peter who was happened to be standing outside the office, after finishing his nightly rounds.
"Adrienne, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I just woke up, and my arm hurts," she explained.
"I'll go get the medicine, just go and wait in my office. You should really wear a coat," Peter added.
Adrienne went inside and picked up the phone, holding it with her head so she could use her left hand to dial. She punched the numbers in waited for someone to pick up.
"Hello," Case answered.
"Case it's Adrienne," she told him.
"Wow, I thought it was going to be Rachel again, but I'm really glad to hear from you. How are things?" he asked.
"I broke my arm, that kind of sucks. Other than that, things are good," Adrienne told her friend.
"Great, Rachel asks about you every day. Will you please at least write her a letter?" Case asked.
"I'll think about it, but if I do, let in be known I'm only doing because you asked me to," she said.
"I don't really care what you do," he started to say, but Peter entered the room.
"I have to go, talk to you later," Adrienne said, before slamming the phone down.
"Who were you talking to?" Peter asked.
"My dad's assistant, I was trying to get a hold of my dad, but he's stuck at some airport somewhere," Adrienne lied.
"Next time, ask if you want to use the telephone," he said, "Here you are supposed to take one of these with food or milk. Which one food or milk?" he asked.
"Food," she responded.
"Well, we need to go to the kitchen either way," Peter told her.
They went to the kitchen, where Adrienne chose a piece of bread. She ate it quickly, and then swallowed the pill that Peter handed to her.
"You're going to have to open up your mouth and show me that you swallowed it," Peter told her.
"Why, is this a policy you people have?" Adrienne questioned.
"Not normally, but this is heavy-duty stuff," he explained.
"Oh, see I did," she said, showing him her empty mouth.
"You better try and get some sleep," Peter told her.
"Okay," she turned and started to walk away.
"Adrienne," he said and waited for her to turn, she did. "Good night," he finished.
"'Night," Adrienne mumbled.
She quickly walked out of the building, and started running once she was outside. Something had upset her just now. Was it that Peter had said goo night to her? No, that's stupid lots of people say that, she told herself shaking the idea out of her head.
She entered the dorm and hurried herself into her pajamas. Adrienne lay in her bed awake, crying for what seemed like forever. She drifted off just as the sun was starting to peak over the mountains. She awoke with a warm beam of light shining on her check. The arm, connected to her body, ached more than she remembered it had. But maybe it wasn't her arm that ached, maybe it was something else.
