Here's the next chapter. It's kinda short but also not really. Hope you enjoy it!

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Beck's POV

The waiting room filled up quickly, but it wasn't too long before I saw Jade's mom. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept in weeks. I know I must look like crap, with crumpled and disheveled clothes and red rings around my eyes, but she looked just so much worse.

I stood up too quickly, and the blood rushed to my head. I braced myself on the wall then turned to look at her.

"Ms. West!" I called. She stared at me blankly for a moment, the fatigue destroying her memory.

"Oh. Ah, Ben. No – Beck, right?" She recognized me, but seemed a bit troubled as to how I came to be there. Obviously, Jade couldn't keep everything from her mother.

"Yeah. Is Jade all right?" I questioned. I needed to know, and I needed to know now.

"She'll be fine, she has a concussion and needed a few stitches but other than that…" she trailed off, not knowing what else to say to her daughter's ex. We stood looking at each other for a few awkward minutes, neither of us knowing what to say.

I looked around and realized that there were no more seats.

"Here, you can take my seat, if you want. Or not. You don't have to. But, I mean. If you want to." Yup. I was rambling. But this was one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life.

She shook her head. "Actually, I have to sign some –" She was cut off by a man, who I recognized as Jade's father, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking like he had just rolled out of bed. A woman, who looked much neater in crisp black pants and a white shirt, followed closely.

"Where's Jade?" he gripped Ms. West by the arms, looking somewhat desperate. Funny how hospitals can change people. I tuned out while Ms. West told him where she was and studied him more. He looked so different, like half of his brain had been removed and he could only focus on simple tasks, like pulling on clothes or finding his daughter.

He left, and Ms. West went to a nearby desk, discussing animatedly with the nurse behind it. I sighed, cracked my neck, and tried to take a short nap.

But that didn't last long.

A few seconds later, Mr. West returned and stormed over to his ex-wife. "You think that was funny! What the fucking hell is wrong with you? Is she even hurt?" He was screaming at the top of his lungs, attracting everyone's attention.

Ms. West looked confused. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Jade! Who the hell else would I be talking about? She's not where you said she was, so where the hell is she?"

"What's wrong with Jade" I asked, upright in an instant.

"You, boy!" he screamed. "Do you know where she is?" His face was bright red and he looked ready to hit me.

"I told you exactly where she was!" Jade's mom said, trying to calm him down. It was silent for a minute as we all stared at each other, then they turned and ran back to the room. I followed, not being sure exactly where her room was.

When we got there, the room was empty. Slowly, I stepped towards the bed. At the bottom of the bed was her chart, her bag on one side. Slowly, I raised my gaze to the head of the bed. The sheets were stained red with blood.

I turned and threw up.

Adam's POV

I rolled Jade to a loading bay at the back of the hospital. Silently, I opened the heavy door and crept between several crates of bed linens.

"Chad!" I whispered. "Chad! Are you here?" I saw his head poke up from behind a stack of newspapers.

"Over here!"

"Any problems?"

He looked like he was going to be sick, but he shook his head. "She was sleeping."

"Come on. We gotta get out of here fast."

We rolled them towards a small generic looking truck that delivered packages all over the city. I pushed the door up, but it made a loud, clattering noise.

"Hey!" A shout rang out from behind us. I swiveled and saw a fat, sweaty security guard several yards away. "Stop! What do you think you're doing? You can't be here, and neither can they."

I rushed him, tackled him, and he fell three feet to the ground. His head hit the concrete floor with a sickening crack. Blood pooled around his head, and I pulled out the gun he carried at his waist.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had shot him three times.

Chad looked at me with scared eyes.

"What'd you do that for?" He hissed.

"I had to! Help me block this door!" He helped me push several crates in front of the door leading to the hospital.

We worked quickly and wordlessly bound the girls' wrists and ankles with thick twine, then placed them in the back of the truck. I moved into the break room in the back and found a cubby with a uniform in it. I pulled the shirt over my head and put on a brown cap.

I ran back into the loading bay. Chad was sitting in the back of the truck, his head in his hands. "We only have a few minutes," I said, gruffly. He was a weakling. He needed tough love.

Chad nodded. "What do we do with him?" he asked, motioning to the corpse. His voice was rough and hoarse, and I'm pretty sure I saw tear tracks on his cheeks. My eyes narrowed.

"We leave him. C'mon. Get in the passenger side. We gotta go."

You had to give him credit, he reacted quickly. Less than five seconds later he was in the passenger's seat, pulling down the seat belt as I started the truck.

We were almost a block away when we heard an alarm blaring from the hospital. Cop cars whizzed by us, but paid us no heed. I smirked as I turned on the radio. Suckers.

So here's the deal. I think I chose bad times to update and junk. So, I'm gonna update on Fridays from now on, so people don't get overwhelmed if they don't check for a few days or something. Also, I was too lazy to write, so I still have a bunch more of the chapters to write. Anyway... see ya Friday.

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