Two weeks later, Reshine had completely finished the dance, and was re-rhinestone-ing a tutu that she had worn in a competition a few years past, when the phone rang.
"Hello? Yes?" Reshine dropped to the floor, phone still pressed to her ear. "Yes, I'm still here. Yes, I'll come. Yes, I'll take a taxi. Yes, I'll be there in a bit. Goodbye." She heard a click, which told her that the person on the other end had hung up. She replaced the phone in its holder and ran out to the hallway. She tugged her boots on and grabbed her cell phone. Almost blinded by her tears, she ran down the stairs down to the street.
"Get in! Reshine! Come on, it's me!" Reshine turned to the voice in the black Civic that was blaring Cold by Static-X. It was God. She ran over and got in, still crying.
"Why did you do this? What do you want me to do NOW? I submitted my stupid drawing into the stupid showcase, and I won. So what now?" Reshine was bawling, her eyeliner tracing the lines of her tears on her face.
"Reshine, get a grip! You need to calm down. For your brother." With that, Reshine sucked it up. God handed her a tissue box, which she accepted. God sped toward the hospital, a shadow in the pitch black of the night.
"God?" Reshine's voice was weak from crying so hard.
"Yes?" The song had changed to Same Drug by Cold.
"Why?" She turned, the eyeliner now cleaned up.
"Reshine, must I say it to you again?" God turned his head, his deep brown eyes peering straight into her soul.
"I…no. Sorry." She was now wringing a tissue in her hands.
After what seemed like an eternity of flying through intersections, God and Reshine reached the hospital. God parked, Reshine got out, and so did he.
"Wait…you're coming in?" She had a puzzled look on her face.
" Yes. I can tell you what's going on so that you don't have a heart attack or something." God locked the car, then started walking toward the Emergency entrance. Reshine followed him in, the stark bright whiteness almost blinding her.