Here's chapter nine.

Happy to keep you at the edge of your seats for while longer. Loving your reviews and you.

I just wanted to say, that I hope you all are praying with me for the victims in Japan and the small islands around who are affected by the earthquake, tsunami and now the nuclearplant explosion and the threat of another explosion. I hope that thing's will turn out fine, eventually.I hope I don't disrespect the victims if I upload this chapter. I thought long and hard about this.

Not mine, not making any money. (Well I guess all the characters that aren't in the SP novels are mine, so yeah I do own them. )

Stephanie POV

The floating continued and continued. Feeling of peace and quiet filled my head. The state of ultimate calmness and relaxness, followed me as I moved through the water. I knew that I could swim if I wanted to, but I didn't. I was afraid that the pain would come back, the feeling of horror, hopelessness, sadness, anger, not being good enough, not being able to hold on to people who I loved. Here was none of that, here was happiness, hopefulness and state of euphoria, I wanted to stay here.

As I floated, time became blurry. No seconds, minutes, hours, months, years. Just this moment. I was becoming more and more entangled with the water, it filling me up, my thoughts, body and mind. I couldn't remember anybody from my life, just the emotions. Love, confusion, anger, compassion, feeling of proud, loneliness, sadness, fear, more love. They melted together to make a giant ball of raw emotion, making it hard to wrap my head around it. I felt like choking. Suddenly the water wasn't happy and calm but angry and upset. I was tumbling around like in a washing machine. I wanted away. Please, I begged in my head. Please help me! Somebody, Please!

Adam POV

"Shit!" I heard Lester shout from way behind. I started to run towards the voice, panic filling my mind, dread for my honey. It felt like a dream, I felt like running in quick-sand, moving my legs but getting nowhere. After what felt like an eternity, I reached the spot.

Lester was hovering above my honey, laying on the ground, her white t-shirt red from blood, huge gash in her head and what I suspected a broken right leg. Tank was administering CPR to her. I stood there for a while, just looking at my honey. She looked dead. My heart had stopped beating. Then I woke up from the trance, and picked up my phone.

"Michelle? It's me. She's realy bad, I mean like almost dead bad." I sighed into the phone.

"Oh no!" I heard her gasp from the other side of the lake. "I'll call H-wing, right after this."

"I've got a pulse!" Tank shouted from the ground and I rushed back there. I told Michelle the news and the place we were at.

"It's weak but there." Tank said and looked at me. I saw in his eyes that this was taking it's toll on him as well as the others. I took the bag and opened it. I took care of her head wound as well as I could there in the middle of the woods. Then with the help of Tank and Lester secured her leg.

"I think we shouldn't move her." Tank said and looked at the tree behind her. "I think she hit that tree, and if she did there might be spinal injuries."

I nodded and grabbed her head with my hands, holding it still if she might wake up. Tank was monitoring her pulse and breathing, Lester pressing the wound on her abdomen. The noise of a car was heard. Soon the car stopped beside us and Michelle and Oliver, our medic hopped out. There was also a nurse with them, Cindy's little sister Alisé. They all hurried towards us, faces showing the stress they, and we all , were under. We filled them in on the injuries and then got her on a stretcher and put a collar on her. We filled the car, me and Oliver in the back, Tank driving and the rest piled up on the seats. The drive felt like an eternity, going on and on. Oliver was trying to keep her alive as I applied pressure on the gun shot wound. Her face was white, showing no signs of life as Oliver tried to keep her alive.

Stephanie POV

The storm continued, throwing me around in it's merciless arms, over and over. The horror was back, the fear of drowning. The once so peaceful resting place became the hell I had been dreading for since I was a little girl. I tumbled around and around and then, finally. Stopped. No signs of the storm were visible, I was floating on the surface of the water, gazing up on the sky, blue as the sea on a sunny day, the sun shining making everything grow. Birds flew above me. The sun warming my cold body. But I was shackled, not being able to move at waves went above me, making it impossible to breath every three seconds. I gasped for air. I wanted to go back to the cold world underneath the water. The saltiness of the sea mixed with my salty tears. I struggled to breath as the waves kept hitting me.

Adam POV

The pulse was irregular, jumping all over the place. We had gotten her to the hospital wing on the second floor, in one of the rooms and huge amounts of people were running around, trying to keep her alive. She looked so small on the table, stripped out of her clothes, huge lights pointing at her making her seem whiter than she was. I was instructed to leave the room and I sat down in the little waiting room area. Lester and I sat there silently, our thoughts were there inside the room with the woman who had captured our hearts.

Minutes ticked by, none of us breathing. Then the door swung open, Ranger and Tank flying in. Ranger had a look of shear desperation, panic and worry. He saw us and rushed to us. Tank followed near him.

"How's Charlotte?" he asked us. "She okay?"

I sighed and looked at my feet. I wished I could tell him that she was.

"No." I responded to him and felt him sink to the chair in front of me.

"How bad?" his voice sounded like he had his breath knocked out of him. I glanced at him and saw that he was pale. Like a broken man.

"Bad." I whispered, barely keeping the tears out of my voice. "Very bad."

Ranger POV

I had been sleeping as Tank had rushed through the door. I had woke up earlier, by a stabbing pain in my heart but ignored it and fell back to sleep. As I jerked awake this time by him, the look on his face made me scramble out of the bed and quickly getting dressed.

"What is it?" I asked him as I was tying my shoelaces.

"Charlotte. She's been shot." Tank replied to me.

A weird feeling washed over me. Panic filled with horror and my heart stopped. She's been shot? Breathing was harder and harder and I was near hyperventilating. I felt confused by this, I hadn't even known her. It had to be the fact that she knew where Babe was, I told myself. If she died, I would never see Stephanie again. I took of the bed and followed Tank as we ran through the yard and into the house. I let Tank lead, as I didn't know where we were heading. He led the way to second floor and through a white door in the end of the hall.

A large room was relieved, white and green as was the living room downstairs. I could see that this was a hospital, a desk and waiting room was visible. A huge painting was hanging on the wall. Hm, the same painter as Stephanie loved. I shrugged that away and saw that Adam and Lester were sitting on the couches. There was blood all over them and they sat silently. The feeling of dread became more intense as I rushed towards them.

"How's she?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as neutral as possible.

"Bad." Adam responded. His voice was muffled, like he tried to hide his horror. I sat down in a chair in front of him and felt like all the air in me had been sucked out.

"How bad?" I asked him silently.

A moment of silence.

"Bad. Very bad."

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