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Title: It Could Be You

Chapter Nine: Are You Okay?

Rating: T

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"Where is she!" Jamie burst through the hospital doors and into the waiting room. The room was pretty large. It had uncomfortable looking blue couches and stacks of magazines. There were about five other unfortunate people waiting in there that Jamie didn't recognize. Jamie headed for the door that led to the hospital rooms.

Tommy, who had been sitting there for a while, stood up and blocked Jamie from going any further, "Do you want to chill for a second?"

"No actually I don't!" Jamie said, facing Tommy right in the eye. "Jude is…"

"Shut the hell up man," Tommy grabbed Jamie by the arm and led him into the bathroom. Jamie looked angry, disturbed even. Tommy watched him pace back and forth. "Now that we don't have an audience… go ahead let it out."

"This is all my fault," Jamie walked back and forth restlessly, biting at his fingernails. "If I had just gotten her help right away…"

"What?" Tommy butted in. "You mean you knew about this?"

"I…"

"And you just let it happen?"

"I didn't think it would go this far!" Jamie cried out in defense. "I promised her I wouldn't tell."

"Well you should have told me!" Tommy insisted, holding up his hand as if he just stated the obvious.

"Yeah right," Jamie replied. "You're the last person she wanted to know!"

"Well…" Tommy paused. "Really?"

"Yes!" Jamie responded, a little annoyed. "Can't we just go see her?"

"If we could don't you think I'd be in there?" Tommy asked. "She hasn't woken up for hours. They're supposed to let us know when something happens."

"She's gonna be okay though?" Jamie asked.

Tommy didn't say anything.

Jamie walked past him and left the bathroom. Tommy trailed closely behind. They came to the waiting room to find Jude's family and her doctor. The looks on their faces weren't promising.

"Well?" Tommy asked, impatiently.

The doctor shook his head, "She didn't make it."

"Oh my god!" Jude shot up in her bed. She was breathing hard and sweating. She rolled up her sleeve, scars all down her arm, her wrist: clean. "What a nightmare."

Jude looked at the clock. It was 6:29 P.M. She had only been sleeping for about a half hour. Jude got up and left her room; she went downstairs.

"Hey," Sadie said, she was sitting on the couch watching television. "Take a nap? Your hairs a mess."

Jude flattened her hair with her hands, "Did you see Tommy?"

"No," Sadie replied, wondering why she would ask. "I just got home like five minutes ago."

"Really?" Jude asked. She looked at her wrist again.

"Are you okay?" Sadie asked. "You've been acting completely weird lately."

Jude stepped closer to the couch where he sister lay, "Ya know Sadie…if you weren't so wrapped up in your own life, you'd already know."

Sadie's jaw dropped as she watched her sister walk out the door.