A/N Sorry about the wait…and don't worry I won't kill everyone

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"He went to get food." Frank replied again looking toward the door as though expecting Joe to walk through it.

"I see." Nancy answered turning her head and glancing curiously at the flowers on the nightstand. "Who are these from?" Nancy asked suddenly.

"Oh…I actually don't know." Frank replied after a pause. "There was no card." He explained.

"Why would someone give you mourning flowers?" Nancy asked raising an eyebrow.

"…Mourning flowers?"

"Dark crimson roses mean 'mourning' generally they're for when someone dies." Nancy explained. "And the forsythia in the middle means 'anticipation'." She continued.

"…Maybe they got the wrong room…" Frank evaded looking upwards at the ceiling.

"…right…Frank, do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

"Er…yes." He answered.

"Keep dreaming." Nancy answered. "Now talk. Who attacked you? What'd they say? Don't tell me you don't know anything, Frank, I know you do…so talk, or I go find Joe and get him to force you to talk."

Tony…

Tony was loaded into the ambulance immediately upon their arrival at the scene. The police questioned Kathy and roped off the alley with the yellow crime scene tape that was rapidly becoming familiar to the residents of Bayport especially those that associated themselves with the Hardy family.

Tony reached the hospital in less then fifteen minutes he was suffering from massive blood loss and a punctured lung. He was immediately rushed into surgery upon arrival at the hospital. There was no pause to ask for insurance or to call family for permission, the teen was in critical condition and the doctors were unsure whether he would even make it through the surgery.

After Tony was in OR One getting an operation by the time a nurse remembered to call his family. The Pritos were informed of their son's condition and warned that they needed to get to the hospital right away. This wasn't a joke, their only son was on an operating table being cut open by surgeons who had little clue as to whether they could save the boy in question. This was life or death.

Emergency Room/ Callie…

It had been a busy night in the ER of Bayport General Hospital, there'd been worse, but usually only when there was a multiple car accident on the highway. Certainly the emergency room had never seen so many teenagers in such a short time span brought in from seemingly unrelated incidents. As soon as one teen was rushed to the OR another was brought in. Strange also for the small town of Bayport were the injuries, the town saw its fair share of maladies, considering the fact that the Hardys resided in the town, but to see wounds of this magnitude in teenagers that were not Frank or Joe was rare for the town. But then these were friends of the Hardys and therefore subject to the danger that seemed to follow the family.

The medical personnel of Bayport General Hospital glanced warily toward the doors as they burst open no doubt bringing more patients to the hospital. Doctors and nurses converged on the gurney that was pushed through the doors. On the moving stretcher lay the prone body of one Callie Shaw. The girl in question was pale and covered in an assortment of cuts and bruises her breathing was shallow and the rise and fall of her chest was hard to discern and had the personnel in question not been medical professionals they might not have been able to distinguish between the living teen and a mannequin made to be used in some horror movie. The doctors worked quickly attempting to make her semi-stable before she was rushed into surgery. From what they discerned Callie was suffering from internal bleeding compounded with a broken arm, leg, and ribs, as well as a concussion. At the current rate of internal bleeding as well as external blood loss if they couldn't stop the bleeding and get her a transfusion quickly the girl wouldn't survive the night. This was life or death.

Chet…

Chester Morton was rushed to the hospital by ambulance. On the way over he stopped breathing twice. He was given cardiopulmonary resuscitation and the emergency medical technicians managed to keep him alive throughout the trip. He had inhaled a lot of smoke and was suffering from a head injury. Chet had been deprived of oxygen and they were unsure whether he would have brain damage or ever wake up if he even managed to live through the night. His odds were better then some of his friends who had been brought to the hospital that night but they weren't great and no guarantees could be made. This was life or death.

Vanessa…

Vanessa's surgeon frowned as he attempted to repair the damage to her lung; the girl had suffered extensively at the hands of her attacker. As of yet they were unsure whether they could even get her through the surgery. The head surgeon, Dr. Montgomery accepted the suction tool from one of the surgical nurses, using it to attempt to suck up the blood that was rapidly flooding from the lung. Just as they had repaired the damage as best they could and were preparing to close up her heart rate began to steadily drop below healthy levels. They immediately began to treat her desperately trying to get her heart rate up but it only dropped making her survival less and less likely. This wasn't a small childhood injury. This was life and death.

A/N Wow, look at all the sadness/macabre-ness/deadness/and depressical-ness. Lol. Shorter then usual for this story but yeah I want the next parts in the next chapter. I have the next chapter pre-written, review and I will post it, probably in a day or two. Salt water taffy for all those who review, and if you don't like that I have cookies as well, just review.