The ambulance raced to East High School. The students could here the sirens from outside. They had tried everything to wake up the lifeless teenager. She was still lying on the floor in the hallway outside the cafeteria. The loaded her onto a stretcher and carried her into the ambulance. She was bleeding out of her body and was not where close to waking up. Chad volunteered to ride in the ambulance.
"Taylor, we need to talk later, but right now my best friend is sick and this is important," Chad told Taylor as he climbed into the ambulance after the stretcher.
Taylor nodded as she watched to ambulance disappear down the street and listened to the sirens fade in the distance.
The rest of the school day trudged by slowly. They were unaware of anything happening.
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Chad was at the hospital. It was a good thing Imani was eighteen otherwise she wouldn't have been able to be operated on. He looked through her purse hoping find her phone or someway to contact someone she knew. He picked up her phone and looked at the last call answered. It read Rocsi. He quickly pressed the green phone to call her. He didn't know who Rocsi was but it was one of the most called numbers in the phone besides Jazmine.
"Hello?" a girl asked on the other end of the phone.
"Hi, um, Rocsi. Do you know Imani Jones?" he asked.
"Who is this?" Rocsi asked confused.
"I'm Chad, a friend of Imani's. Listen, do you know exactly why Imani is here in Albuquerque."
"Oh, Imani used to talk about you when we were little. Yeah, but why is it your business?"
"Well she's in the hospital now. She has internal bleeding that they can tell. The doctors are not sure exactly what's wrong. If you care about Imani at all you well tell me whatever you know so the doctors can do something,"
"I can't tell you. Give the phone to one of her doctors," Rocsi told him.
Chad ran down the hallway to find one of the doctors. He recognized one of them as the lady who helped Imani into the hospital from the stretcher. "Dr. Amberson," Chad said when he finally reached her.
"What is it?" the women asked as she got ready to walk into the OR (operating/operation room).
"Here," he handed the phone to the doctor.
The doctor looked slightly confused but took the phone. "Hello"
Chad couldn't understand what was happening on the phone but he guessed it helped.
"Thank you very much, miss," Dr. Amberson said to the girl on the phone. She hung up the phone and handed back to Chad.
"With this information I might be able to save your friend," the doctor said as she ran into the OR.
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The hours passed by and Taylor, Gabriella, and Troy arrived the hospital. Chad and Taylor had tried to talk but they were interrupted each time. The four sat in the chairs outside of Imani's room. Taylor didn't really want to come. She only came because Gabriella wanted her to and the fact that Gabriella was her ride home.
Down the hallway was the desk. There was a tall dark-skinned young-looking man there. "Can I help you?" asked the receptionist after she got off the phone.
"Is there an Imani Jones here?" he asked. His voice was hard.
She looked through the files on her desk. "Jones, Imani," the file read. "Just follow that nurse right there." She turned her head away from him. "Rachael," she called the young looking nurse." Take this young man to 3240."
"No problem, I'm about to take her dinner," the nurse said with a tray in her hands.
The boy followed the nurse. "Do you know why she's at the hospital?" he asked.
"I'm not supposed to tell; doctor-patient confidentiality. But if you were to glance at the chart by the door on the way to the room I wouldn't be revealing anything," she said raising an eyebrow.
As the reached the room they saw the four teenagers in the room. The boy looked at the chart as the nurse entered the room. The used a lot of technical words that he didn't know the meaning of but he knew. He read "internal bleeding" and "ectopic pregnancy." His eyes increased in size as he read over the chart.
"Hi, Imani," Rachael said as she pushed the wheeled tray towards the bed.
"I'm not hungry," Imani replied.
"Okay, but you have a visitor," Rachael said looking towards the door.
The tall dark-skinned young man walked in the room.
"Darnell," Imani hissed as she turned to look at the door.