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The next morning, the accident was all over the papers. When Jordan came down for breakfast, she opened the newspaper and was stunned to see the photos of the accident.

You never know when something will change your life forever.

Cari's words echoed in Jordan's mind. She looked at the photo.

Those poor kids, she thought. You never do know when your life will change.

She finished off her chocolate milk and went upstairs to brush her teeth.

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School that day seemed to drag on forever, but finally the bell rang and Jordan caught the bus downtown to the hospital. When she hopped off the bus, she ran in the doors, taking the elevator up to Cari's floor, where she hopped off.

Jordan walked down the hall and turned to face the room, only to find that the door was shut. She turned, confused, and caught a nurse.

"Why is this door shut? Is Cari still in there?"

"The girl was moved to a different room this morning," replied the nurse. "That's one of the accident victims." Jordan was taken aback.

"Do you know which room she was moved to?" asked Jordan.

"I think it's the room at the end of the hall," replied the nurse, gesturing down the hallway.

"Thanks," said Jordan.

Cari was smirking when Jordan entered the room. She had her book out and was sitting up, a cup of water next to her bed.

"What?" asked Jordan, noting the smirk.

"Nothing," said Cari. She closed the book and put it down. "Did you have a hard time finding me?"

"Why did they move you?" pressed Jordan, disregarding her friend's last remark.

"The fifteen-year-old needed a room closer to the hub. Closer to the nurses. That sort of thing," shrugged Cari. Jordan shrugged.

"Well it's just that it's that much farther for me to walk," she said, a grin creeping across her features.

"Do you know who that guy is?" asked Cari. "He looked really bad, I mean, what I saw of him – he had a blood bag and about a million IV's hooked up to him. I think there was a respirator too. And I heard the doctors muttering about possible head trauma last night, although I don't know if it's true." Jordan whistled in amazement.

"Wow, that must have been one hell of a car accident." Then she laughed at herself. She had seen the pictures in the paper!

"Yeah. His brother's apparently doing better than he is. Didn't lose as much blood, which is interesting, since he was closer to the impact point." Jordan nodded. Cari looked at her, an eyebrow raised.

"No theories?"

"I don't even know the patients, let alone enough about what happened to make a judgment!" cried Jordan indignantly. Cari suppressed a smirk.

"So your powerful analytical mind can't come up with anything?" she asked. Jordan shook her head. "What if I told you that you do know the patient, albeit not very well?" Jordan was puzzled.

"Who is it?" she asked. Cari's smirk returned.

"Does the name Ross ring a bell?"

There you go folks, chapter 13. Read and review, tell me what I can improve.