Yay more reviews! Thanxs to alexis expecially for ur reviews. They rok : ) ok, the stories going a bit slow at the moment cos Seth's not even in the hospital yet, but I promise it will move along faster from now on. Anyways enjoy ;)

Chapter 7

Seth's skin was crawling. His throat was burning.

He could hear muffled yelling, crying, arguing, and could see nothing but blurs of coloured lights and hazy figures. Everything sounded so far away.

Seth had no idea where he was. His clothes were soaking and his hair was thick with sweat and blood.

His eyes began to focus as he blinked away something moist that had dripped down from his forehead.

"Seth…Seth can you here me?" Someone yelled in his ear.

A strange looking man Seth had never seen before stood above him, wavering in and out of focus. Seth then recognized his clothes and came to the conclusion that he was a paramedic. What the hell was going on?

Seth nodded, the small movement causing him pain. He felt a sharp shooting pain in his temple.

Seth tried to move but someone held him down.

He felt many hands grab at his body and lift him into the air and onto a stretcher.

He was being wheeled away, but whoever was pushing him stopped to talk to someone else.

Seth could suddenly hear everything clearly. He was taken aback by how loud everything was.

"Which one of you kids called?"

Seth tried to look around to see who had spoken but found that they had put him in a head brace. Seth had never felt more confused in his life. Besides the dizziness, blurriness and slight pain, he felt completely normal. Well maybe not normal, he still felt as if he was going to jump out of his skin, but the feeling was beginning to lessen by the minute.

Seth closed his eyes and tried to breathe in and out. He needed some calming stability. He felt as if he would go crazy without it. His heart was racing, his head pounding. God, he was going to have a panic attack. What was going on?

"Ah, umm…she did! Marissa. She's his girlfriend." Summer's voice. Seth could at least distinguish that. But what the hell was she saying? God, Seth was beginning to feel sick again.

"What? What are you…Oh yeah… that's right." Marissa said quietly.

There was a long awkward pause before the paramedic spoke again.

"And does anyone know what he had to drink? Was anyone with him at the time?"

Marissa shook her head. She shot Ryan and Anna a look as their eyes fell downcast, staring guiltily at the ground.

"No, but I followed him after he left and I found him like this." Summer said quietly.

"And this was a private party? How old is Seth?"

Silence again. No one could speak. They hadn't thought of that. Seth was under the legal age limit to drink. God, he was going to be in some serious shit.

Ryan decided he'd speak up. After all, it was his fault Seth was in this state. Kirsten and Sandy were going to kill him. Murder him. Oh god, they would kick him out of their home. Ryan would have to go back to Chino.

Ryan swallowed a lump in his throat and attempted to speak, but the words were lost. He had no idea what to say.

"Look," the paramedic began impatiently.

"It's pretty obvious he's underage. You won't get into any trouble and neither will Seth. But it is very important, extremely important that we know all the details. Do you understand me? We are trying to help him."

Ryan nodded fervently. "Yes, of course." He said, his whole body numb.

Ryan tried his best to pay attention and not look over to where Seth was lying on the stretcher so helplessly. God he looked sick. He looked near to death. No, Seth was not going to die.

"Ok, do you know if Seth is on any medication? Anything at all? The reason I am asking is because we believe he could have had a reaction from mixed drugs. It is very rare that a drug in his drink could cause him to cough up blood."

He was talking extremely fast. It was almost too much for Ryan to handle. He was trying to hang on every word, to pay attention to what the man was saying so he could help and answer his questions. But he couldn't stop looking at Seth. About four or five paramedics were working on him now. Sticking needles and tubes into his arms and legs.

Why weren't they taking him to the hospital? Ryan's head pounded. He racked his brain to answer the paramedic's question.

"Umm…ah yeah. Seth took something today. This morning. I'm not sure what it is. They were little red pills in a small blue bottle. I'm sorry does that help?" He rubbed his forehead.

The paramedic nodded and turned away, but Summer ran up to him and put her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Can I come with him? Please. I'm his sister." Summer piped up.

Ok, now Seth was totally confused. He was losing it. Oh god, he was delirious. Or he was dreaming.

Seth opened his eyes reluctantly. He was curious to see if he was really dreaming.

With restricted vision, he could see the paramedic frowning at Summer.

Summer, tears silently rolling down her cheeks, hands on her hips in an "I'm getting my way" pose, was not giving up.

The paramedic nodded slowly to let Summer past.

She turned back and told Ryan she'd call him when she got to the hospital. He nodded shakily, and asked Marissa if he could follow them in her car.

Summer followed the other paramedic's to where Seth was laying in the stretcher.

Inside, she was secretly shocked she had gotten away with it. Well, after all, she did have a pretty uncanny resemblance to Seth. Eww…she could not think about that right now. It was totally wrong. But she had to admit she did look more like Seth's sister than Ryan looked like Seth's brother. He had blonde hair for god's sake.

Summer jumped into the ambulance after the paramedics had gotten Seth settled.

She took a deep rattling breath as she sat beside Seth, holding his hand for dear life and didn't let go the whole way to the hospital.