Ch 3
Maxie ran down the hospital corridor in search of Georgie. "Oof," she grunted as she banged into someone. Looking up, she came face to face with Sage Alcazar. "Excuse me," Sage snapped, trying to sidestep Maxie, but Maxie blocked her path. "Where do you think you're going?" she demanded. "Hello," Sage whined, "I thought you were just a candy striper. Since when do you get to play hospital police?" "Come here," Maxie grabbed Sage's arm, yanking her over to the waiting area. Sage tried to pull away, but Maxie's hold was tight. "Let me go or I'll scream," Sage threatened, but Maxie was unmoved. "You drugged my sister's boyfriend and raped him," she hissed, her eyes narrow. "Please," scoffed Sage. "Is that what Georgie came up with? Look, no offense, but your sister is so pathetic." She tossed her head. "Fact is, Dillon wanted me. He has since we first met." Sage sneered at Maxie. "He kissed me first. He was all over me." She preened. "He didn't know what he was doing," Maxie retorted. "He was wasted." Sage shook her head. "God, you're just as paranoid and insecure as your sister, aren't you?" She smirked. "It's almost cute - sisters with feelings for the same boy. And neither of you get him because he wants the girl who makes him drool, not the either of the ones who wipes up drool." She indicated Maxie's candystriping uniform dismissively. "I have no feelings for Dillon," Maxie informed Sage. "He's in love with my sister." "Yeah, well, he didn't seem so in love with your sister when he was making love with me last night. You know what the last thing he said to me was?" Sage smirked. "God, Sage, you were amazing." "That's crap," Maxie shot back, "I'm sure the last thing he said to you was more like the last thing he said to me, which was 'oh god, I'm gonna be sick." "When did he say that?" Sage bit. "When he saw that pathetic makeover you gave your sister?" "No," Maxie leaned in so she was nose to nose with Sage. "About five minutes ago. In his hospital room." The words actually seemed to have impact. "Hospital room?" Sage asked. Her eyes were wide. Maxie smirked. "Don't play innocent with me," she told Sage. "What's Dillon in the hospital for?" Maxie lowered her voice. "His brother brought him in. Nausea, high fever, cold sweat, tremors. Doctors found rohyphnol in his blood. You know, rohyphnol, rufies, the date rape drug? The thing you gave him?" She glared at Sage. "What was your plan? Huh? To get Dillon into bed, to rape him and then throw it in my sister's face?" Her grip on Sage's arm tightened. "I didn't give Dillon any drugs," Sage insisted. Maxie rolled her eyes. "I know you're lying, Sage, because Dillon told me that you gave him a drink and he hadn't drank anything else that day that wasn't in a can." Maxie advanced on Sage. "Who gave you the drugs, Sage, huh?" "Get away from me or I'll tell my uncle what you did and he'll have you thrown in jail for harrassing me." Maxie sneered. "Idiot," she said, "my father is the police commissioner." She backed Sage into a corner. "Who gave you the drugs?" she demanded. "Zach Rhodes? Rick Teller? Pete Osterhaus? Just some random guy on Cortland Street? Huh? Tell me who." Maxie's voice was low, but she was menacing. "Help-" Sage started to call out, but Maxie clapped a hand over her mouth. "Don't even try it," she threatened. "I've known everyone at this hospital since I was a baby. There's not a person here who will believe you over me." She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me." "You're pathetic," Sage sneered. "You can't deal with the fact that your ugly, lame sister didn't get the guy. I did. It's so...Little House on the Prairie of you." Maxie ignored the comments. "Who gave you the drugs, Sage?" "I told you," Sage scoffed, "I didn't give him anything." She tossed her head. In flash, Maxie's fingers were at Sage's throat, pressing harder by the second. "Who?" she demanded to the other girl, whose face was turning rapidly red. Sage's eyes registered genuine fright as she realized the extent of Maxie's anger. "Who?" Maxie demanded again, continuing to press at Sage's throat. Sage struggled to breathe. "Tracy Quartermaine."
Maxie ran down the hospital corridor in search of Georgie. "Oof," she grunted as she banged into someone. Looking up, she came face to face with Sage Alcazar. "Excuse me," Sage snapped, trying to sidestep Maxie, but Maxie blocked her path. "Where do you think you're going?" she demanded. "Hello," Sage whined, "I thought you were just a candy striper. Since when do you get to play hospital police?" "Come here," Maxie grabbed Sage's arm, yanking her over to the waiting area. Sage tried to pull away, but Maxie's hold was tight. "Let me go or I'll scream," Sage threatened, but Maxie was unmoved. "You drugged my sister's boyfriend and raped him," she hissed, her eyes narrow. "Please," scoffed Sage. "Is that what Georgie came up with? Look, no offense, but your sister is so pathetic." She tossed her head. "Fact is, Dillon wanted me. He has since we first met." Sage sneered at Maxie. "He kissed me first. He was all over me." She preened. "He didn't know what he was doing," Maxie retorted. "He was wasted." Sage shook her head. "God, you're just as paranoid and insecure as your sister, aren't you?" She smirked. "It's almost cute - sisters with feelings for the same boy. And neither of you get him because he wants the girl who makes him drool, not the either of the ones who wipes up drool." She indicated Maxie's candystriping uniform dismissively. "I have no feelings for Dillon," Maxie informed Sage. "He's in love with my sister." "Yeah, well, he didn't seem so in love with your sister when he was making love with me last night. You know what the last thing he said to me was?" Sage smirked. "God, Sage, you were amazing." "That's crap," Maxie shot back, "I'm sure the last thing he said to you was more like the last thing he said to me, which was 'oh god, I'm gonna be sick." "When did he say that?" Sage bit. "When he saw that pathetic makeover you gave your sister?" "No," Maxie leaned in so she was nose to nose with Sage. "About five minutes ago. In his hospital room." The words actually seemed to have impact. "Hospital room?" Sage asked. Her eyes were wide. Maxie smirked. "Don't play innocent with me," she told Sage. "What's Dillon in the hospital for?" Maxie lowered her voice. "His brother brought him in. Nausea, high fever, cold sweat, tremors. Doctors found rohyphnol in his blood. You know, rohyphnol, rufies, the date rape drug? The thing you gave him?" She glared at Sage. "What was your plan? Huh? To get Dillon into bed, to rape him and then throw it in my sister's face?" Her grip on Sage's arm tightened. "I didn't give Dillon any drugs," Sage insisted. Maxie rolled her eyes. "I know you're lying, Sage, because Dillon told me that you gave him a drink and he hadn't drank anything else that day that wasn't in a can." Maxie advanced on Sage. "Who gave you the drugs, Sage, huh?" "Get away from me or I'll tell my uncle what you did and he'll have you thrown in jail for harrassing me." Maxie sneered. "Idiot," she said, "my father is the police commissioner." She backed Sage into a corner. "Who gave you the drugs?" she demanded. "Zach Rhodes? Rick Teller? Pete Osterhaus? Just some random guy on Cortland Street? Huh? Tell me who." Maxie's voice was low, but she was menacing. "Help-" Sage started to call out, but Maxie clapped a hand over her mouth. "Don't even try it," she threatened. "I've known everyone at this hospital since I was a baby. There's not a person here who will believe you over me." She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me." "You're pathetic," Sage sneered. "You can't deal with the fact that your ugly, lame sister didn't get the guy. I did. It's so...Little House on the Prairie of you." Maxie ignored the comments. "Who gave you the drugs, Sage?" "I told you," Sage scoffed, "I didn't give him anything." She tossed her head. In flash, Maxie's fingers were at Sage's throat, pressing harder by the second. "Who?" she demanded to the other girl, whose face was turning rapidly red. Sage's eyes registered genuine fright as she realized the extent of Maxie's anger. "Who?" Maxie demanded again, continuing to press at Sage's throat. Sage struggled to breathe. "Tracy Quartermaine."