Whitney tried to sit up in the bed, but she couldn't. Coldness seeped through her bones. She couldn't believe what she had just found out. Chad was her brother; the DNA matched her mother's. Her mother had a lot of explaining to do. But all this thinking right now was making her head hurt even more.
Whitney looked up at fox, and grumbled, "What am I doing at your house, why'd you bring me here." "If you must know I was walking down the pier and I found you lying there unconscious, I was worried so I called my doctor and he told me to bring you here," fox replied, worry pouring from every word. Whitney just stared blankly and murmured questions and answers icily. "You have a slight case of ammonia, and the doctor ordered that you stay here for two weeks and rest," Fox said "and He's coming back in a bit, oh wait here he is now."
"I'm sorry Whitney, but you need to stay here for two weeks minimum before you can leave this house." This wasn't happening. First I find out that my fiancé is really my brother, but now I am stuck in this mansion with Fox for two weeks, things couldn't get any worse or could they?