Chapter 8: Made My Mistakes- Part 2

Leo's P.O.V.

As soon as the car pulls up to the front of the hospital, we're all out. Adam is carrying Sabrina and Bree and I are dragging Chase along because once we got in the car, he went into shock. When we get inside, Adam and Bree look at me expectantly. Well, they have never been in a hospital.

"Bree, call Dad or Mom. Adam, give them Sabrina. I'll talk to her." I gestured to the questioning nurse.

"Her name?"

"Sabrina Davenport."

"Age?"

"15."

"What happened?"

"We're not exactly sure. She went to visit her mother this morning, and then we found her like this on the couch an hour ago."

"Okay. Name? And what is your relation to her?"

"Leo Dooley. Step-brother."

"Okay. What about the other three?"

"Well... They're adopted siblings."

"Alright, go to the waiting room and we'll tell you when we have any news."

"Okay."

I walk back over to Bree, who is taking her pink bedazzled phone down from her ear.

"Any luck?" I ask and she just shakes her head.

Adam walks over and starts dragging Chase to a couple of chairs. We sit down and just stare at each other. Adam's playfulness is replaced by seriousness. Bree is frantic. Chase is blank- faced. I'm scared. Adam's gray sweater is now stained with blood, but he doesn't care. Suddenly, Chase's head snaps upward, signaling that he's not in shock anymore.

Chase's P.O.V.

A thousand thoughts are flying through my head as I wake up. Last thing I remember was getting into the car. Now I'm at a hospital. I've never been in a hospital. It would be nice, if I wasn't worried about my girlfriend. Sabrina... I need to know if she's okay.

"Sabrina?" I whisper, not sure who I'm asking.

"We haven't heard anything yet." Bree replies, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Oh..." I say, and let a tear slip down my face.

Later...

Bree's P.O.V.

I'm the only one awake. Adam passed out around midnight. Leo fell asleep a half hour later, and Chase passed out fifteen minutes later. It is now almost two in the morning, but I feel guilty. I could have followed her, made sure she was okay. But I didn't.

"Ms. Davenport?" A skinny blond nurse in blue scrubs asks.

"Yes?" I say sadly.

"Your sister is okay and if you want, you can go see her." She replies, looking me in the eyes.

"Okay." I say, and follow her down the hall...

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~Okay. I would love to write more, but it's two in the morning. Goodnight. Ciao.

Quote:

Donald Davenport: Leo, I told you you can't be part of the team. You're not bionic - and, besides, statistics show that most accidents happen within a three-mile radius of YOU.

Leo Dooley: But I've grown. I've matured. I wear a medium now.