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"Adele" she heard him whisper, but all she could see was black, "Adele get up". She couldn't move. She felt like she had been hit by a semi-truck. She opened her mouth to call for him, but nothing emerged. Slowly she drifted back into unconsciousness.

She began to wake. At first all she heard were faint noises around her; some shuffling, a voice here and there. They weren't very loud but they pierced her head like a needle. After a while she could make out a beeping, it was soft and consistent. Then like awaking from a nightmare, she felt as if her whole body was on fire. She opened her eyes and sat up quickly, her breathing forced and heavy. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the dark she realized she was in the hospital. She quickly became aware of the oxygen being pumped through her system and the needle in her arm. "What happened" she thought to herself? "I have to go I have to find mom". She pulled the tube off from around her face and began to hit the nurse's button. With each push the buzzing caused her head to throb. She reached up and realized there was a large bandage wrapped around it. After what seemed like hours a large woman bellowed through the door.

"You're awake" she said.

"Yeah I need to find out about my mother, Katherine Robertson she was with me and…." Adele wasn't sure if the nurse completely ignored her or knew something she didn't want to tell her but she walked away saying something about going to grab the doctor and shut the door behind her. Adele was left alone again. They had to know something about where her mother was; surely they had brought her to the hospital. Adele leaned over and flipped the switch of the small light next to the bed, and gently sat up. She was nervous and she could physically feel it. Her hands were shaky she was covered in sweat and she prayed someone would just come in and tell her what was going on. As if someone was listening, at that moment a woman gently opened the door and closed it behind her. She was tall and very thin. Her long blonde hair had been pulled up in a clip and her blue eyes looked as if they were glowing in the dim light.

"Hi Mrs. Robertson I am Doctor Mathis but you can call me Maria". She outstretched her hand and Adele shook it with a slight bit of apprehension.

"Adele. It's nice to meet you but I need to find my mother. Her name is Katherine Robertson. She would have come in here with me she was shot in the stomach." Again, as if no one could hear her, the doctor sat on the side of her bed and pulled out a light to look in her ear.

"That one looks good". Adele was completely taken aback in their lack of concern for the nature of her mother. "So does that one. You have nice ears there".

"Did you hear me? I need to know about my mother it is really important". She was beginning to lose it and her weakness was only turning into anger.

"Look at me for a minute". Adele complied as the doctor checked her eyes and then checked her heart.

"Everything seems to be okay. You have a mild concussion from the blow you took to your head but other than that everything is in working order". Maria got up from the side of her bed and Adele grabbed her wrist.

"She is gone isn't she?" Adele could tell by the look on the doctor's face that what she had alleged had been the truth. Adele looked away the tears already beginning to emerge. She then turned to look back at her. "And my father?"

"They haven't found him yet".

"What am I supposed to do?" Adele asked? "What if he finds me? He won't hesitate to do the same to me". Adele began to cry letting the tears flow, not being able to say another word. The Doctor returned to the side of the bed and held Adele rocking her back and forth. "There, there. Don't cry everything will be okay. He is the leading suspect in the matter; every police officer in the state will be looking for him. He won't get far and he won't get to you".

This didn't bring her any comfort at all and her sobs continued to fill the hospital room. After about fifteen minutes she began to calm down. Maria helped her lie down and pushed the loose hair out of her eyes.

"Here take this." she opened her palm to reveal a small orange pill.

"What is it?"

"It will help you sleep". Adele swallowed it without water and pulled the blankets up around her.

"Get some rest sweetheart. Things will be better in the morning I promise."

Adele was already starting to get groggy and she closed her eyes. She forgot about everything that was going on. The Doctor looked down at the girl below her with sad eyes. "What a horrible thing it must be to lose a mother" she thought to herself. She walked over to the side of the bed, turned out the light and walked out of the room. Within seconds of her departure the same nurse from before swung the door open, this time accompanied by a short older man.

"She was just awake I promise you Doctor. She probably fell back asleep in the time it took you to get down here". The Doctor glared at her and walked over to the machine next to Adele's bed.

"Her pulse rate seems fine. BP's normal. Let's just let her get some rest before we tell her about her mother".

"Can we get up here a little quicker next time" the nurse said.

"Doctor Holmes and Doctor Bradford had to go home because of some virus they claim to have caught, I'm the only doctor in the whole hospital could you cut me some slack?

The pill she took earlier didn't work for long. Within two hours of taking it she awoke to the sounds of sirens outside the window. Again, her body felt heavy and almost unmovable. She had never felt more helpless in her whole entire life. "What have I done?" she wondered to herself. If she had just listened to her father and gone along with his wishes her mother would still be alive. "But then again, what kind of life would that be?" She hated that she was thinking this way but she couldn't help it. Her mother never helped her, or ever took up for her. Even when things were good she was always away at a party or another gala opening. "Things could be different now…better" No, it was a horrible thought. She loved her mother very much and she took complete responsibility for what happened, and she knew exactly what she had to do.

She took a deep breath and pushed her self up off the bed, wrapping the hospital gown around her. She slowly pulled the tape of the IV needle and pulled it out, placing a band-aide she found in the cabinet on top of it. She removed the bandage from her head and slowly opened the door.

The halls of the hospital were barren. She looked to her left then checked her right; there wasn't a nurse any where. She closed the door behind her and went through the door that would lead her to the stairwell. With each step her fear increased. "Am I sure I want to do this?" she thought. "Of course, it's what has to be done." She made her way up the stairs and through the door to the roof. The city looked beautiful from up there it was a little chilly and the wind blew in and out of her tangled red hair. She walked over to the ledge of the roof and looked down on the cars below. The wind was picking up now and it was almost as it had taken a life of its own and it wanted to sweep her up to the sky. She stepped onto the ledge and looked down and gently closed her eyes. Then, as if Mother Nature just snapped her fingers, the wind stopped. She opened her eyes and turned around, and nothing could have prepared her for what she saw standing before her. She was so astounded she lost her balance and fell off of the cement ledge.