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Savannah jumped in the car and dropped the cage with Nim in it on the seat next to her, driving to the hospital. Her thoughts were so jumbled from that kiss; that ridiculously stupid kiss, that she barely heard Nim attempting to escape.

"Stop it, Nim."

Not that he listened. Nim never listened; or so she thought. If he listened then Miles wouldn't have been in so much trouble.

She finally reached the hospital and convinced the receptionist to let her bring Nim in. She placed him on a table outside the ICU office and entered, asking the nurse in it, "Excuse me, excuse me could you get Doctor Cleveland for me?"

"She's with a patient right now."

Panic set in. How could Miles get the treatment he needed if Doctor Cleveland couldn't know what was wrong with him? She felt as if she'd cry again when Miles' boss from the aquarium came in.

"Mr. Blum!" Savannah exclaimed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards Nim's cage, "Please, come with me quickly, I have one of the things that bit Miles."

"Miles is keeping one of these things?" Mr. Blum said, shocked, following her.

They approached the silent cage, "For weeks he didn't want any…" Nim wasn't in the cage, "…to know."

Of course Doctor Cleveland wasn't happy about Nim's escape. She was chewing people out and calling for security as they approached Miles' room when they heard Nim's call and rushed to it. Nim was licking the wound on Miles' leg until suddenly the EKG started sounding its steady, high tone, scaring him away. Blum followed him, but Savannah felt her heart freeze with the tone as an absolute numb sunk in. Doctors swarmed around her, Doctor Cleveland shouting orders to everyone. In the halls, she heard Blum pleading, "No, no, no! No gun…" and then the infibulater went off again.

The tone kept resounding and Doctor Cleveland shouted "360!" and the infibulater went off again. Savannah's chest felt constricted and her mouth had the bitter taste of tears. Her little brother's body jumped with the electric shocks, but the EKG insisted that his heart had stopped. This couldn't happen. She couldn't imagine what would happen to her life if he died. The shouting continued until suddenly a gunshot went off in the hall. Savannah jumped, shocked, and so did Miles.

He sat up and pulled off the NG tube from his nose. Savannah immediately ran to him, pleading, "No, no." She turned to Doctor Cleveland, "Help him."
Nurses grabbed at Miles, but he just pushed them away, asking, "Where is he?"

"What?" Savannah stammered. Oh, God, he knew Nim was here. There was no doubt in her mind that Nim was the one who was shot at, but please, please, Miles couldn't know that. Not right then. He wouldn't know it was Nim. He couldn't, his heart was stopped.

Miles stood up, despite the nurses' efforts around him. "Where's Nim?"

Savannah reached for him. She almost just lost him; he couldn't find Nim hurt, or worse, dead; not then. "No, no…no, no, Miles. Miles, Miles! It's okay, it's okay!" But it wasn't okay. Her poor brother, if anything happened to Nim he'd be crushed. She'd seen it when he had to give Nim up.

"Where is he?" Fear. She could hear it in his voice. This couldn't happen.

He repeated himself, but Savannah could just beg him, "No, no, it's okay…no!"

They rounded the corner, and the worst was confirmed. Blum stood in shock just a little past the doorway, the security officer just a little past him, mercessiley putting away his gun. And on the floor lay a small creature, about the size of a smaller dog. A large hole was in its side, near the head, bleeding heavily.

Miles stopped, and voice breaking, choked out, "Nim?" He pulled himself from Savannah's clutches where she stood, shocked, ignoring her pleading, and made his way past Blum and past the officer to his pet. He sat down and picked Nim up onto his lap. Nim showed no response.

Savannah walked down the hallway towards the bathroom and paused. Miles was in there, doing who knew what for the last hour. She tried to open the door to find that it was locked. Her temper-meter skyrocketed again but she tried to swallow her anger down.

"Hurry up, butt-wipe." She got no response. "I know you're in there, Miles!"

"Go away."

Fine. If he had to be that way, she could deal with it. She just needed her shirt that was in the bathroom, and she told him that. When he still didn't respond, she attempted to get in by shaking the doorknob.

She had been jittery all week. Of course she knew that Miles didn't deserve her being angry – he hadn't done anything, but in a way she couldn't help blaming him a little. She couldn't help thinking about that kiss. Phil was Miles' friend, after all. If they weren't friends, Phil would never have been in the house; the kiss would have never happened. But still, she know that wasn't Miles' fault. Every time she saw Miles or Phil she thought about it. She kept lecturing herself that it wasn't anything important, but she didn't believe that. What was with her lately?

Since the kiss she turned into a bitch-on-wheels. A living, breathing, cold-hearted bitch. She felt especially bad about it when she turned on her boyfriend, Greg. He never deserved her to be so mean. She'd almost feel better if he found out, got really angry, and then had it all pass and things would be normal again. As it was, he just thought she had her period that day. A bunch of her friends did.

Miles opened the door and handed her the shirt.

Savannah looked at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt and she could see some muscles that she hadn't before. He looked either really broken or really upset, or possibly angry. He didn't act like that a lot. "You look rough." she commented, having nothing better to say and partially wanting to know what was wrong.

"Yah, you, too."

That ticked Savannah off. She was just trying to help, he didn't need to get annoyed by her. He was such a useless twit sometimes. "Why do you always have to take everything the wrong way?" she demanded. His response was slamming the door in her face. What was his problem? She wasn't that mean.

Oh my God, Savannah thought. Did Phil tell him? Savannah calmed almost instantly; listening to the little voice in her head. Miles couldn't know, Phil would never tell him unless he wanted to die. So why the hell was Miles acting like he had a foot up his ass? He was such an incompetent jerk, Savannah raged to herself.

She slammed on the closed door and yelled, "You're turning into a real monster, did you know that?" She heard Miles knock a bunch of stuff onto the floor. If that blockhead broke a single one of her things in there she would personally tear his head off.

She stormed down the corridor yelling, "Mom!"

After she stuck her mother on Miles, which wasn't a very pretty sight but he deserved it, she walked into her room and slammed the door. Fortunately, no one knew about the kiss except for Lisa. Lisa was always someone Savannah had told her secrets to, after all, they had known each other since fifth grade. Lisa had noticed that something was obviously wrong and confronted her. Savannah had told her and sworn her to secrecy. After all, she was a girl, she had a problem, and she had to tell someone. What she needed was chocolate.

Savannah pulled on her shirt and changed into nicer skirt. Greg and she were getting together that day and Savannah planned on being exceptionally sweet for him. She still felt horrible about yelling at him when he didn't deserve it. The first thing she'd do when they were out of the house would be to apologize for her outburst. Then everything would blow over. After all, she and Greg loved each other, they were great together, and a stupid mistake like that kiss would never change that. Phil wouldn't ever approach her about it – ever – anyway.