A/N: I decided to make this story into a chapter story rather than a oneshot. I would love for everyone to review every chapter and give me suggestions about how I can improve the story or the way I write. Please point out any spelling errors. Thanks! I hope you like it:o) Also, I may continue to change the POV depending on where I go with the story.

Flesh and Bone

-Alex-

Last night at work I was serving drinks to Seth's girlfriend. Well I guess they broke up because she was with some other guy that I've never seen before. She seemed to be drinking a lot. Sort of like what happened to that girl Lindsay, when Ryan came in and yelled at Marissa for it. Only Marissa wasn't here. Her only influence was that guy she was with.

But she was sitting there laughing and joking with the guy; he didn't look like he was from Newport, that's for sure. He was a little shady, I'm not sure that he was trustworthy. So I kept glancing over to see what was up every once in a while, and almost every time I did, she caught me looking at them.

Well, I heard from Marissa the other day that Summer was staying at their apartment; actually, the one I used to live in with Marissa. So I was going to stop by to see how she was doing. Ya know, make sure she was still alive after drinking so much. But it was real late when I got out of work and I was tired so I decided to go home and sleep a little.

In the morning I drove over to the place, and knocked on the door and no one answered. Her car was in the driveway so I knew she'd been home. I kept knocking, but no one answered, I didn't hear a thing either. At first I thought maybe that guy had spent the night with her. I wouldn't have been surprised because they were pretty cozy at the Baitshop.

After standing on the steps at the door for five minutes I was ready to give up and walk back to the car when I saw a car pull up and that guy she was with last night stood up out of it. I got really confused. He gave me a look like I wasn't allowed to be there.

"Hi," he paused, "How ya doin? What are you doing here?" he said with a nervous tone.

"Hi, I'm good, I'm just dropping by to see how Summer's doing," I snapped.

Well I got tired of knocking, I was worried that she might not be okay so I turned to open the door, and sure enough, it was unlocked!

"Oh, wow, why is this unlock-" I turned and he wasn't standing there anymore, and the car screeched away.

"What the hell," I mumbled, confused.

So I slowly walked into the living room repeating Summer's name, not too loud in case she was still in her drunken sleep. I walked straight down the hall to where my bedroom used to be but she wasn't in bed. Then I thought she might be in the bathroom or something.

So I walked to the bathroom and the door was open, the light was on.

Gasp

Oh god, oh god, why is there blood on the floor!

I opened the door further and slowly followed the trail of red drips with my eyes over to the floor next to the toilet, and there lay Summer on her back. Her entire body looked gray and she was bruised all over, but her face and the side of her head was still bleeding.

I stood there shaking, my heart feeling like it would burst right out of my chest. I had no idea what to do. Finally I shook my head looking around, then ran to the phone down the hall and called 911.

An ambulance was on its way, and I ran back over to her and kneeled on the floor trying to wake her up. She made moaning noises and only breathed lightly. Thank God, I really thought she was dead.

I stayed there on the floor with her holding her head up to see if the bleeding would stop, trying to get her to respond to what I was saying. In just a couple minutes, I heard blaring sirens. I heard three men open the door and run in so I stood up and stepped aside, blood soaked into the knees of my jeans.

Then more sirens. Maybe the police.

"Ma'am I'm going to need your name, phone number and address and we need know what happened," the officer demanded, giving me an accusing look.

"My name is Alex Kelly, 153-6849, and I found her like this when I came to visit," I said hardly even able to speak through my nerves and tears.

"She's unconscious now and her pulse count is decreasing! Someone get the stretcher so we can hook her up to the IV!" I heard one of the EMT's yell at another.

I saw Summer, with a thick white bandage wrapped around her head and a sheet covering her almost naked body, being carried outside to the ambulance in a stretcher. She looked like dead weight, not moving at all.

Without asking, I quickly jumped into the back of the ambulance and sat on the bench next to the stretcher. All the way to the hospital, I thought of what may have happened last night when Summer left with Chris after having so much to drink at the concert.

We arrived at the hospital and as they brought her into the intensive care room, full of machines and beeping, I tried to follow and watch, but one of the nurses said, "I'm sorry ma'am, family only."

Instead of screaming and crying about it, I thought quickly, and lied that I was her cousin. So glad they didn't know that I don't even remember Summer's last name.

So I sat in there in the corner of the room just watching a dozen doctors moving all around her, in their blue gowns and masks covering their faces. Just the sight of this makes me sick, being in a hospital and all.

Then these two women in white clothing walked in with things that looked like black tackle boxes and a briefcase.

"We should do this now, while she's asleep so she's not further traumatized by the examination of her condition," one of the women whispered, scanning me briefly.

I sat there curious as to what they were there for. As soon as they opened their boxes, I knew what they were doing.

The first women pulled out a small brown paper bag, an envelope, a cotton swab, tweezers, and a tiny zip-lock baggie.

I leaned forward resting my forehead in my hands, with my elbows on my thighs. They're right, this is better while she's asleep.

As I was watching the two women poke and prod and stick things in places they really don't belong, another nurse asked my name and insisted that I hold Summer's left hand to get the blood moving, so they could do a blood test.

So I stood there rubbing her hand; she was ice cold, and made me shiver. I watched the color come back into parts of her lower arm then was disturbed by the site of the needle puncturing deep into the other side of her elbow. I almost gagged a little when I saw the syringe suck the blood out of her for about a minute. As if she hasn't lost enough of that stuff already.

The two women in the white clothing finally covered her lower area back up with the hospital gown and mumbled information back and forth as they left the room. Then the doctor came back in and started lifting her limbs to look at her cuts and bruises. I listened to the conversations, there were so many between the nurses and doctors and police officers and medical examiners and all I got out of it was "Finger bruises… Rohypnol… temporary paralysis…" I almost shit myself. How did I not notice what was going on. I was watching the guy like a hawk all night. I didn't even see him slip anything into her drink while she was in the bathroom. My body was pulsing with anger at myself for not saving her sooner.

Disclaimer: I do not own The OC or any of its characters. I do own Chris.