Disclaimer: I haven't put this on the other chapters, but it applies to all
chapters in the story. Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, and all related
characters are not mine; they are the property of Simon & Schuster Inc. I
am making no profit from this story.
"Beeesss! Come on!" George called down the street. The blonde turned and glared at her before turning back to the tall collegiate she had just met. He had brown hair, a tan, and was buff enough to be a football player. He looks like Will, George thought sadly. It had been a mutual agreement to end the year long relationship, but it still pained her to think about it. She knew she didn't miss him, just being with someone. That didn't make her any less alone.
Stamping her foot on the ground, she looked at her watch.
"Bess! We have to go!"
"Alright, alright," turning back to the guy. "Here's my number, call me okay?"
George waited through five more minutes of giggling and flirtatious goodbyes before Bess made her way lazily down the sidewalk.
"We're going to be late meeting the guys and Nancy. They might have already left her room," George scolded.
"Oh, George, you worry too much. Look, we're already here." Bess walked up to the two huge front doors and pulled one open. She could hear sirens in the distance, but disregarded them as she entered the dorm with George.
"What floor is she on?" Bess asked, looking at a list outside of the elevator.
"I told you to get the floor number from Joe when he came over yesterday."
"I did," Bess pouted. "I wrote it down, but I thought I gave it to you."
George just rolled her eyes and smiled. "Bess, you never..." She was drowned out as the sirens crescendoed.
"What in the..." She frowned and stepped aside as two paramedics rushed into the elevator. "You don't think..." Bess had a look of horror on her face.
"Watch the floor number they go to, then we're going to check on Nancy." Both girls rushed into the elevator, pushing the tenth floor, as the paramedics had. They had grim looks on their faces, nearly assured of the worst.
Frank refused to let go of Nancy's hand as the paramedics lifted her from the floor. Joe tried to pry him off, but to no avail. The words the paramedics were saying got blanked out as he looked upon her prone figure. He didn't even notice when Bess and George broke into the room, past the crowd of gathering people, only to confirm their worst fears. He was completely focused on Nancy, almost as if willing her to wake up.
He heard George whispering to Joe, "Will he be okay?"
"Yeah," Joe replied. "It's just...we found her."
Bess, who had been standing silently, watching Frank climb into the ambulance with Nancy, turned at that. "That's awful. He must be so distraught."
"Yeah, Bess, I think so," George snapped. "Stupid blonde." Though she had muttered it under her breath, she instantly regretted the words as Bess turned on her, anger and hurt flashing in her eyes.
"Ya know what girls?" Joe stepped in between the cousins, sensing a fight lied ahead. "We should really be getting to the hospital to check on Nancy."
Their friend's name got the girls to back down, but Joe still saw Bess throwing dirty looks George's way, and George trying to ignore her with a frown on her face.
"Beeesss! Come on!" George called down the street. The blonde turned and glared at her before turning back to the tall collegiate she had just met. He had brown hair, a tan, and was buff enough to be a football player. He looks like Will, George thought sadly. It had been a mutual agreement to end the year long relationship, but it still pained her to think about it. She knew she didn't miss him, just being with someone. That didn't make her any less alone.
Stamping her foot on the ground, she looked at her watch.
"Bess! We have to go!"
"Alright, alright," turning back to the guy. "Here's my number, call me okay?"
George waited through five more minutes of giggling and flirtatious goodbyes before Bess made her way lazily down the sidewalk.
"We're going to be late meeting the guys and Nancy. They might have already left her room," George scolded.
"Oh, George, you worry too much. Look, we're already here." Bess walked up to the two huge front doors and pulled one open. She could hear sirens in the distance, but disregarded them as she entered the dorm with George.
"What floor is she on?" Bess asked, looking at a list outside of the elevator.
"I told you to get the floor number from Joe when he came over yesterday."
"I did," Bess pouted. "I wrote it down, but I thought I gave it to you."
George just rolled her eyes and smiled. "Bess, you never..." She was drowned out as the sirens crescendoed.
"What in the..." She frowned and stepped aside as two paramedics rushed into the elevator. "You don't think..." Bess had a look of horror on her face.
"Watch the floor number they go to, then we're going to check on Nancy." Both girls rushed into the elevator, pushing the tenth floor, as the paramedics had. They had grim looks on their faces, nearly assured of the worst.
Frank refused to let go of Nancy's hand as the paramedics lifted her from the floor. Joe tried to pry him off, but to no avail. The words the paramedics were saying got blanked out as he looked upon her prone figure. He didn't even notice when Bess and George broke into the room, past the crowd of gathering people, only to confirm their worst fears. He was completely focused on Nancy, almost as if willing her to wake up.
He heard George whispering to Joe, "Will he be okay?"
"Yeah," Joe replied. "It's just...we found her."
Bess, who had been standing silently, watching Frank climb into the ambulance with Nancy, turned at that. "That's awful. He must be so distraught."
"Yeah, Bess, I think so," George snapped. "Stupid blonde." Though she had muttered it under her breath, she instantly regretted the words as Bess turned on her, anger and hurt flashing in her eyes.
"Ya know what girls?" Joe stepped in between the cousins, sensing a fight lied ahead. "We should really be getting to the hospital to check on Nancy."
Their friend's name got the girls to back down, but Joe still saw Bess throwing dirty looks George's way, and George trying to ignore her with a frown on her face.