Dark Angel 3

Author's Note: Hey sorry it took so long for me to update, but my reader's theatre was on tour and I had mid-terms, plus work. Without further ado the story. Please review.

Brad and Randy were sitting in the living room trying to watch TV, but the later it got the more concerned they became for their little brother. After what happened last year with Randy, the Taylor's decided to never keep secrets of that kind from each other. They both jumped when they heard the front door open behind them. They stood and looked at Tim and Jill expectantly.

"Where's Mark?"

"They admitted him."

"Why! What's wrong with him?"

"They don't know jet. They're keeping him for testing."

"How long will he be there?"

"A few days at least."

"We are going back early to be with him before the testing starts, do you want to come?"

"I don't think that we will go real early in the morning, but we will stop by tomorrow to visit him."

"It's been a long day. We're going to bed."

3:54 AM

Tim and Jill were laying in bed talking, much the same way they were when they thought Randy could have cancer. The phone rang. They exchanged worried glances, their thoughts going directly to Mark. Tim rushed to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Taylor this is Dr. Ling."

Jill could see Tim's face fall.

"Tim what is it!?"

He held up his finger to tell her to hold on.

"Ok will be right there, thank you doctor."

"WHAT IS IT TIM!"

Tears were forming in Tim's eyes.

"Mark had a Grand Mal seizure, we have to get to the hospital right away!"

"Oh my God!"

Jill began to pull on cloths. Tim ran out in the hall and down to Brad's room.

"Brad wake up!"

Brad groggily came to the door.

"Yea?"

"Mark is really sick, get dressed and go wake up Randy we have to get to the hospital.