The Fifth Age
By Glorfindel's Girl
Chapter 7: Back to Texas
Disclaimer: Sarah, Chris and Adrienne like to think that they own themselves. If you want to use them in a story, you'll have to take it up with them. Still not making any money, but I'm up for donations! ^_~ Oh and a quick note…yes, I know that Tolkien said that we're living in like the seventh age. But this story was called the Fifth Age from day one, and somehow, 7th doesn't sound right. Don't worry, my purist friends, I'm sure I will find a half believable way to explain this small discrepancy in the story. Umm…warnings for this chapter would have to include a biggie for language. So, if you're underage, just envision this: $@#!% wherever you see bad words. ^_~ Enjoy!
Back to Sherman, Tx.
The four friends decided on Sarah's car, it being the closest, and her driving skills under pressure being the least likely to get them killed on the way to the hospital. They had Kelly, who was mostly incoherent, lay down in the backseat, Adrienne somehow managed to fold herself up in the backseat as well, and Chris grabbed shotgun. Not that he had much choice. At 6'2'', there was no way in hell he was fitting into the backseat of a glorified Geo Metro.
"You know, if you didn't keep so much crap in the back of your car, we could have folded down this seat and been a little more comfortable," Adrienne snapped as Sarah fell into the drivers seat.
"Kiss my freaking ass," Sarah replied as she jammed the key into the ignition.
"Bend over, sweetheart," Adrienne shot back, before Sarah had a chance to start the car.
"Oh get back in your fucking kennels, both of you," Chris said. Sarah glared, but said nothing as she turned the key so forcefully it was a wonder it didn't snap off in the ignition. Enigma's MCMXC AD album vibrated through the car speakers when the engine turned over, making the car sound like it was home to both a whore house and a cathedral. Sarah simultaneously turned the music down and slammed the vehicle into reverse.
"Call her parents," she said sharply, throwing her cell phone at Chris and swerving out of the parking place. "Tell them to meet us at Wilson N."
"And tell them what? That their daughter's gone off the fucking deep end?" he said as he dialed the number.
"Just fucking do it, okay?" she snapped, now pulling out onto Parkway. "If we get there without getting pulled over it'll be a miracle," she muttered, shifting the car into fourth gear. The gears grunched in protest. "Piece of shit clutch," she muttered, then louder, "How do I get to the hospital from here?"
"Left at the second light before the underpass like you're going to the middle school. We should've just called an ambulance," Adrienne muttered.
"By the time they would've gotten here, we could have been at the hospital already. Oh I am not stopping," Sarah said, as she ran a red light. Someone leaned on their horn.
"I don't know what happened to her, Silvia," Chris was saying, "But we're taking her to Wilson N. Yeah…we'll meet you there." He threw the phone into the center console. "Shit, we're dead," he muttered.
"Just…just shut the hell up," Sarah snapped. She was pushing 70 on a 30 mph road. "With my luck that little police officer'll be running radar at the top of the hill today."
"There's your turn," Adrienne murmured, pointing.
"I know," Sarah replied as she turned sharply, throwing Adrienne against her door, and jarring Kelly against her. "Buckle up back there. I don't want to get a ticket if you get killed." She made another sharp turn, this time slamming Chris against his door. "You too," she said to him.
After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only about three minutes, they pulled into the emergency entrance at Wilson N. Jones memorial hospital.
"I'll go get the EMTs," Sarah said getting out of the car, and running into the hospital.
Chris shot Adrienne a look. "Next time this happens, you're riding up front."
