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The place is dark, the lights are cast low and there are candles on the table. Smooth jazz plays lightly in the back and people chatter softly with each other. A couple sits together near the window, smiling.
"Thank you for this Jerry." The woman looks at him lovingly, taking another bite of the pasta in front of her.
"Yeah, well I thought we could use a night out."
"I just hope the kids are all right and that the restaurant is still in one piece when we get back."
"I'm sure they are, they need a night away from us too once in awhile."
"True." She agrees, smiling and they continue to eat their meals.
"This place is beautiful." She tells him after a moment of silence looking at the silk wallpaper and the many frames of artwork that hang on the wall.
"I thought you would like it, something a little different." She opens her mouth to reply but is interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing.
"Hello?" He answers and she can instantly see her husband's mood change.
"Justin, calm down what do you mean hurt?" Jerry asks and her eyes widened in fear at the last word.
"Okay, we'll be right there." He tells his son, his voice hard.
"What's wrong?" She asks, dreading the answer.
"We have to go, Alex is hurt."
"See, Alex everything is going to be okay mom and dad are on their way." He tells her, his heart is beating so fast he can hear it in his ears.
"I'm so tired." Her voice is weak and her speech is slurred. Her trembling has lessen and her body is becoming still in his arms. He tenderly pulls her head away from his shoulder, looking at her. She is have difficulty keeping her eyes open.
"No, Alex you can't sleep." He orders gently tapping her cheek with his hand. He can hear the sound of footsteps coming down the stairwell.
"Justin, you aren't going to believe this!" Max shouts running down the steps but stops at the scene before him, his brother holding his broken sister.
"Max, I need you to get a cold washcloth."
"W-What happened to her?" Max asks in shock.
"Max go!" He demands, harsher than intended to his frustration getting to him and his little brother runs into the kitchen, emerging a second later.
"Here." He hands him the wet cloth. Justin takes it and presses it against his sister's forehead and immediately the white cloth begins to turn a shade of red.
"What happened?" Max questions again.
"I don't know she just showed up like this." He continues to brush the cloth against Alex's face.
"That's c-cold." She murmurs, her nose crinkling.
"It's helping to keep you awake." He wipes away at the blood but more appears seconds later.
"Have you called mom and dad?"
"Yeah, of course!" Justin snaps and Max looks at his older brother feeling helpless.
"Is she going to be okay?" Max asks softy.
"I don't know." Justin tells him looking down at his sister, his shirt is wet from a mixture of her blood and tears.
"Alex?" He questions but receives no answer, he gently shakes her body and her head rolls lifelessly off his shoulder.
"Alex?" Max asks this time.
"She's not waking up." Justin states and places his hand on her chest, he can still feel the rhythmic beat of her heart. It's slow and he can't tell if she passed out from the pain or exhaustion. He can see two figures running towards the building and feels a wave of relief when his parents enter the restaurant.
"Alex!" Teresa cries rushing her to her unconscious daughter's side, brushing the hair out of her face.
"My baby." She whispers, cupping her daughter's cheek in her hand. Tears forming in the creases of her eyes.
"She was talking a few minutes ago." Justin tells his mother and she nods in understanding.
"Jerry, we have to do something."
"Justin, take your sister to the car." Justin obeys his father, standing up with Alex in his arms, "We're taking her to the hospital."
The car ride is brief and filled with tension and they arrive with no problems. Once the enter the building together, they are surrounded by people in scrubs, shouting and asking questions. A man in dark green scrubs is asking for Alex and as Justin hands her to him, he can feel her hand gently pull at the collar of his shirt and he can hear a soft moan in his ear. He gently squeezes her hand before they wheel her away.
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