Ch.20

Fox couldn't sleep at all that night. He paced around his room; reliving his conversation he had with Teresa earlier.

"She thinks I deserted her.," he said. "She's never going to forget this."

Around 2 in the morning, Fox was lying on his bed, staring into space. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

"Jesus!" he cried, wincing at the pain.

What was that? He thought to himself.

He lifted his shirt up. Not seeing anything, he leaned back against his headboard.

"That was weird," he said.

A few hours later, he had finally fallen asleep. He was quickly woken up, however, by a knock on his bedroom door.

"Yea?" he called groggily, not opening his eyes. He heard the door open and someone walk in, but they didn't say anything.

Fox opened his eyes and rolled over to see who it was.

"Ethan? What are you doing? What time is it?"

Ethan didn't say anything.

Fox leaned over and turned the lamp on by his bed, sitting up.

"Ethan, it's 5 in the morning…whatever it is cant it wait?"

It was then Fox noticed Ethan's face.

"You're crying."

Ethan looked at the ground.

"Fox, something happened."

Fox felt his heart jump up in his throat.

"What is it?"

Ethan wiped his eyes, looking down at hit little brother, the fear in his eyes.

"I just got a call from the jail…" his voice trailed off.

Fox didn't need to hear anymore. He jumped out off bed and ran downstairs, running out the door to his car.

Ethan followed him, jumping in.

"Fox, what are you doing?"

He slammed on the gas and began driving.

"I've got to go to the jail, make sure she's alright…" he rambled.

"Fox, she's not at the jail."

He slammed on the brakes, causing Ethan hold on for dear life. Fox put the car in park and faced him.

"Where is she?"

"Let me tell you what happened first…"

"TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!"

"She's at the hospital…but Fox…"

Fox put the car in drive, not listening to a word Ethan was saying. He didn't want to hear what happened…he just wanted to get to her, to make sure she was ok."

When the got to the hospital, they ran into the emergency room, Fox darting to the counter.

"I'm looking for my fiancée He said out of breath.

"Sir, if you could hold one just one moment," the receptionist said.

"Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald…where is she?"

"Sir, please, just one moment and I will help you."

"JUST FIND HER!" he screamed, causing everyone the waiting room to look at him.

The lady angrily typed the name into her computer.

"WE don't have anyone by that name in here sir."

"Well I know she's here…she was just admitted a few minutes ago…look again."

She did.

"There is no one in here by the name Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald in our records."

Fox banged his fists against the counter in anger.

Ethan walked up, trying to calm him down.

"We do have a Teresa Crane that was just recently admitted."

Fox looked up.

"Crane?" he choked out.

"Yes…Teresa Crane…that's what it says."

"She used my last name," Fox said in shock.

"She used my last name."

Ethan looked back at the receptionist.

"Can you tell us how she's doing?"

"Let me see," she said typing information into her computer.

"It doesn't say," she said. "But with a stab wound like she had, things aren't looking too good. I'm sorry."

Ethan sighed, looking back at Fox.

He was numb, completely unmoving.

He turned and faced Ethan.

"Stab wound?" his eyes began to overflow with wet tears.

"I've been trying to tell you what happened," Ethan said placing his hand in his shoulder.

"Someone stabbed her?"

Ethan looked into his eyes.

"They think it was self inflicted Fox."

Fox felt the air leave his body. His world crumbled around him.

"Not again," he whispered.

"I'm sorry Fox…that's all they told me…they didn't even say where she was stabbed at…just that she was stabbed. I don't even know what time this all happened."

Fox closed his eyes. Suddenly, it dawned on him.  He took in a deep breath, trying not to break down.

"2." He said quietly.

Ethan looked at him.

"What?"

"It happened at 2 this morning," he said. He placed his hand on his stomach, feeling the spot that had hurt him earlier.

"Right here."

Ethan could tell he was serious.

"How do you know that?"

Fox looked up at him, a sad smile on his face.

"I felt her pain."