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You're The One That I Want

Chapter 7: Frying Pan

By musiclover94 and Sami 8D

Last Chapter…

"All things clear?" she whispered to the gum-cracking nurse.

"All clear," the nurse smirked from across the room.

"Excellent," Gabriella leered.

She crept from the bathroom door across the narrow hallway to Sharpay's room. She opened the door with an eerie creak and smiled a mischievous smile as she slipped inside.

She caught sight of Sharpay's prone form immediately. She leered at her and her heels me a hollow-sounding tap-tap on the musky tile flooring. Kara, the gum-chewing nurse, had told her exactly what to do. She wholeheartedly agreed with Gabriella that Sharpay didn't deserve Troy. She, Kara, secretly wanted to steal Troy as well, but kept that to herself.

First she located the monitor that depicted Sharpay's heartbeats. She grabbed the wire and pulled it. The faint picture on the screen vanished. She smirked and continued. If she died, no one would know until it was too late…

The IV needles caught her eye. She yanked them out one by one, small trickles of blood snaking down her thin arms. She chucked them into a corner.

And finally, the heart machine, the grand finale. She smiled as she went on a wire-pulling frenzy, tugging them out in handfuls. A chorus of loud beeps emitted from the machines and Sharpay withered a little, turned paler, and took a sharp breath, then sunk back into the bed. Gabriella cackled and walked out of the battered room, satisfied with her work.

Troy had an odd feeling in his gut as he was driving home from the hospital. He felt like something terrible had happened to Sharpay in the hospital, which wasn't too big of an assumption, considering the poor medical care she was under. He made a U-turn and headed back to the hospital.

Gabriella was sauntering back to her car when she saw Troy half-running into the hospital looking worried. Gabriella sped away faster, not wanting to be caught at the scene of the crime, but still smirking.

There again was no hospital staff in sight as Troy hurried to Sharpay's room. He located it and pushed it open. Sharpay was still wilted against the stark-white hospital sheets, the various medical equipment carelessly strewn around her. He ran over to her side and checked her pulse: there was none.

"Shar, please wake up…please…." "Sharpay…please don't, please don't…" He couldn't bring himself to say 'die'.

"Sharpay…please don't, please don't…" He couldn't bring himself to say 'die'

"Shar, please wake up…please…." He pleaded, shaking her harder, her head lolling from side to side.

The gum-cracking nurse opened the door. She was holding a clipboard and was making notes on it. Her pony-tailed head shot up and she looked from Troy to Sharpay to the discarded medical tools. Troy quickly stopped shaking Sharpay, who slumped back on the bed lifeless. The nurse's thick eyebrows shot up and she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a three-diget number with a look of practiced seriousness.

"Hello, I'd like to report a attempted murder and assault at United Christ Medical Center," she said. Someone on the other end said something and the nurse hung up.

"Wh-?" Troy asked, moving toward the nurse.

"I am required to keep you here until the police arrive," she said, smiling for some reason and moving closer to Troy.

"But I didn't do anything!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, yes you did." she said, moving closer still, "You stole my heart."

She moved a centimeter closer, threw her arms around his shoulders, and crashed her lips on his. She smashed her tongue on his lips, begging for entry. Troy kept his lips locked, shocked by the ambush, but not altogether surprised, as it had been happening a lot lately. She finally found a way in and started to French him hotly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held the base of his neck.

Troy broke apart, looking startled. Kara looked smug.

"What was that for!?" was all he could get out.

"What was what for?" she asked, playing dumb and batting her eyelashes.

Troy thought for a moment. He knew the first option. He had the sudden urge to hit himself on the face with a frying pan, to make him more ugly so random nurses wouldn't make out with him.

"Calling the cops on me!" he said indignantly.

"Well, number one, you were being violent with the almost dead patient," She nodded in Sharpay's direction, a subtly smirk creeping across her face, "and number two," She moved closer to Troy again. He backed away, "I'll have to keep you locked up away from that Gabriella. Because you're mine now."

Troy couldn't move fast enough. In a second flat Kara had him tangled in another French kiss, more passionate and clingy than the first. She pulled him in closer and closer until they were basically right up against each other, her hands wrapped around his neck.

There was a sharp knock on the door and a burly police officer entered the room a split second after Troy broke away from Kara again.

"This here the perpetrator?" he asked, gesturing to Troy.

"Yes, officer," she said, faking fear but smiling at Troy from behind the officer's back.

"Mr. Bolton," Troy didn't ask how he knew his name, "you're coming to the station with me." Before Troy could utter a word, the officer had seized his arm and pulled him roughly from the hospital room. Kara smiled and waved goodbye to him as the door was swinging shut.

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