Disclaimer – I do not take credit for the characters Kelly, Kris, Jill and
Sabrina. These characters are the creation of Aaron Spelling Productions.
I have created all other characters that appear in the story.
Sabrina and Kelly had been best friends for the majority of their adult lives, best friends that were more like sisters. They had kept in touch through phone calls and letters at first, later venturing into emails, but the important thing was that they had never lost touch. Kelly had been the maid of honor at Sabrina's wedding, and the god mother of Sabrina's only son. Sabrina had been Kelly's pillar of strength, the voice of reason when her insecurities had become too much, and she had been the maid of honor at Kelly's wedding, when she was finally ready to get married. Eventually it worked out so that they only lived a half hour away from each other, so they could be there for each other no matter what time of day it was, or what they were doing. That was why, when the phone woke Kelly up at 2 o'clock in the morning, and Sabrina's name was on the caller ID, Kelly knew something was wrong.
"Hello" Kelly managed to say as she forced her eyes to open.
"Kelly, it's Jack." Jack was Sabrina's husband, and usually he was very blunt with what he had to say, especially when it came to the reason for why he was calling. His sudden silence was only further proof that something was wrong.
"Jack, it's 2 o'clock in the morning. What's wrong?"
"It's Bri. I think she had a stroke. Nobody will tell me though." Kelly could tell through the trembling of his voice that he was scared, an emotion that she never would have associated with Jack.
"What! When?" Kelly asked. Suddenly, Kelly was wide awake, and desperate for any details that he could give her.
"She'd had a headache for the past couple of days, but she told me not to worry about it. Then tonight she woke me up around midnight and told me that she wasn't feeling right. I told her to take something, but when she got up and tried to walk to the medicine cabinet, she collapsed."
"Where is she now?"
"The county hospital. I've been here for nearly an hour and a half though and I still haven't heard anything. I felt like I was going crazy, I needed to talk to someone, so I called you."
"Alright. I'm on my way over there now. If you hear anything, call me on my cell phone, alright." Kelly told him as she got out of bed. After agreeing that he would, Kelly hung up the phone and put the first clothes that she could find on, as she tried to hurry out.
"Kel., what's wrong? Who was on the phone" Kelly's husband Christopher asked as she was looking for her other shoe.
"Jack. They just took Sabrina to the hospital; they think she had a stroke. I'm going to go over there."
"You want me to come?" Christopher asked as he sat up in bed.
"No, stay here, you have to go to work early tomorrow. I'll call you when I have some news." Kelly said before giving him a quick kiss and rushing out the door.
Kelly had never considered the drive from her house to Sabrina's to be a long one, until that night. Even while ignoring the speed limit, her car seemed to be unable of going fast enough, the road getting longer and longer with no end in sight. The entire way, all Kelly could think about were the words that Jack had said to her. Not once before that night had Kelly considered it possible for either of them to have a stroke, or a heart attack, or any other medical ailment usually associated with the elderly. They had never considered themselves old, and therefore the possibility, at least in there minds, was never there.
When Kelly finally arrived at the hospital, she parked her car in the first spot that she could find, before racing into the building. Despite the fact that it felt like she had been in her car for hours, her phone had not rung once, and she assumed that to mean that there was no news. With no update, and no idea as to where to go, Kelly made her way to the emergency room, where she was directed to the waiting area. Not seeing Jack anywhere, her heart began to beat faster as she felt the blood rush up to her head. She needed to know what was going on, and soon, or else she too would end up having a stroke.
After scanning the small room for a second time, Kelly went back over to the nurse's desk where she once again tried to get some information as to where Sabrina was. No matter how hard she pleaded, however, the nurse still diverted her to the waiting area until they could find something out. Not having any strength left to argue with, Kelly walked over to the dirty orange chairs, and tried not to focus on their color as she sat down with the rest of the people forced to wait. After realizing that her heart wasn't going to slow down any without finding something out, she decided to try to calm her nerves by observing the five or six other people sitting in the small section of chairs, and wondered what their reasons for being there so early were. Only one or two of them looked to be in need of medical attention, so she assumed that the rest were waiting for the morning visiting hours to start or for some sort of news, just as she was.
After 10 or so minutes of waiting, a nurse finally called her name and offered to take her up to Sabrina's room. The only news she had, however, was what Kelly already knew, which drove Kelly crazy. All she wanted to know was whether or not Sabrina would be ok, yet so far, no one seemed to be able to tell her.
When they arrived on the third floor, the nurse pointed towards the direction of Sabrina's room and gave her the room number before letting the elevator doors close between them. Anxious, and a little afraid, Kelly started to walk down the hallway until she was at the room, but then stopped as she placed her hand on the handle. She wasn't sure if she was ready to find out what was behind the door, but then realized that Sabrina would look no worse then any of the times that Kelly had been in the hospital, in matter of fact, she'd probably just look like she was sleeping. Realizing that her anxiety was slowly overcoming her fears, Kelly pushed down on the door handle and then walked inside before she even had a chance to question what she was doing.
Sabrina and Kelly had been best friends for the majority of their adult lives, best friends that were more like sisters. They had kept in touch through phone calls and letters at first, later venturing into emails, but the important thing was that they had never lost touch. Kelly had been the maid of honor at Sabrina's wedding, and the god mother of Sabrina's only son. Sabrina had been Kelly's pillar of strength, the voice of reason when her insecurities had become too much, and she had been the maid of honor at Kelly's wedding, when she was finally ready to get married. Eventually it worked out so that they only lived a half hour away from each other, so they could be there for each other no matter what time of day it was, or what they were doing. That was why, when the phone woke Kelly up at 2 o'clock in the morning, and Sabrina's name was on the caller ID, Kelly knew something was wrong.
"Hello" Kelly managed to say as she forced her eyes to open.
"Kelly, it's Jack." Jack was Sabrina's husband, and usually he was very blunt with what he had to say, especially when it came to the reason for why he was calling. His sudden silence was only further proof that something was wrong.
"Jack, it's 2 o'clock in the morning. What's wrong?"
"It's Bri. I think she had a stroke. Nobody will tell me though." Kelly could tell through the trembling of his voice that he was scared, an emotion that she never would have associated with Jack.
"What! When?" Kelly asked. Suddenly, Kelly was wide awake, and desperate for any details that he could give her.
"She'd had a headache for the past couple of days, but she told me not to worry about it. Then tonight she woke me up around midnight and told me that she wasn't feeling right. I told her to take something, but when she got up and tried to walk to the medicine cabinet, she collapsed."
"Where is she now?"
"The county hospital. I've been here for nearly an hour and a half though and I still haven't heard anything. I felt like I was going crazy, I needed to talk to someone, so I called you."
"Alright. I'm on my way over there now. If you hear anything, call me on my cell phone, alright." Kelly told him as she got out of bed. After agreeing that he would, Kelly hung up the phone and put the first clothes that she could find on, as she tried to hurry out.
"Kel., what's wrong? Who was on the phone" Kelly's husband Christopher asked as she was looking for her other shoe.
"Jack. They just took Sabrina to the hospital; they think she had a stroke. I'm going to go over there."
"You want me to come?" Christopher asked as he sat up in bed.
"No, stay here, you have to go to work early tomorrow. I'll call you when I have some news." Kelly said before giving him a quick kiss and rushing out the door.
Kelly had never considered the drive from her house to Sabrina's to be a long one, until that night. Even while ignoring the speed limit, her car seemed to be unable of going fast enough, the road getting longer and longer with no end in sight. The entire way, all Kelly could think about were the words that Jack had said to her. Not once before that night had Kelly considered it possible for either of them to have a stroke, or a heart attack, or any other medical ailment usually associated with the elderly. They had never considered themselves old, and therefore the possibility, at least in there minds, was never there.
When Kelly finally arrived at the hospital, she parked her car in the first spot that she could find, before racing into the building. Despite the fact that it felt like she had been in her car for hours, her phone had not rung once, and she assumed that to mean that there was no news. With no update, and no idea as to where to go, Kelly made her way to the emergency room, where she was directed to the waiting area. Not seeing Jack anywhere, her heart began to beat faster as she felt the blood rush up to her head. She needed to know what was going on, and soon, or else she too would end up having a stroke.
After scanning the small room for a second time, Kelly went back over to the nurse's desk where she once again tried to get some information as to where Sabrina was. No matter how hard she pleaded, however, the nurse still diverted her to the waiting area until they could find something out. Not having any strength left to argue with, Kelly walked over to the dirty orange chairs, and tried not to focus on their color as she sat down with the rest of the people forced to wait. After realizing that her heart wasn't going to slow down any without finding something out, she decided to try to calm her nerves by observing the five or six other people sitting in the small section of chairs, and wondered what their reasons for being there so early were. Only one or two of them looked to be in need of medical attention, so she assumed that the rest were waiting for the morning visiting hours to start or for some sort of news, just as she was.
After 10 or so minutes of waiting, a nurse finally called her name and offered to take her up to Sabrina's room. The only news she had, however, was what Kelly already knew, which drove Kelly crazy. All she wanted to know was whether or not Sabrina would be ok, yet so far, no one seemed to be able to tell her.
When they arrived on the third floor, the nurse pointed towards the direction of Sabrina's room and gave her the room number before letting the elevator doors close between them. Anxious, and a little afraid, Kelly started to walk down the hallway until she was at the room, but then stopped as she placed her hand on the handle. She wasn't sure if she was ready to find out what was behind the door, but then realized that Sabrina would look no worse then any of the times that Kelly had been in the hospital, in matter of fact, she'd probably just look like she was sleeping. Realizing that her anxiety was slowly overcoming her fears, Kelly pushed down on the door handle and then walked inside before she even had a chance to question what she was doing.