Brandon watched his sister move away from him. He knew she was worried, but he didn't think it was a big deal. He felt great, he was with Emily, and he felt ten feet tall. He went to say something to Emily and felt weird. He nearly fell off the top of the car when a wave of dizziness came over him. His head started to hurt and felt funny. He would have hit the ground of the parking lot headfirst if Emily hadn't somehow grabbed his arm, but he was too heavy for her to keep standing. All he heard before he pulled her off the car with him is her yell help.

Dylan was walking away with Brenda when he heard a sound behind him. He turned just in time to see the guy he considered his best friend start falling off the car with his girlfriend. "Shit." He dove forward, leaving Brenda behind him and grabbed him, so Brandon's face didn't hit the ground. He grabbed Brandon and had him sit against his car. "Brando…" he patted his face.

Brenda hurried to their side. "What happened…?"

"I don't know," Emily cried. "He just fell off the car."

Both Dylan and Brenda looked from her to Brendon - who was lying in Dylan's arms. "Brando… man …" he tapped his friend's face, but his eyes were closed, and his face was white.

He leaned down by his friend's face. He could feel Brandon's breath, but it was too fast. "Brando come on man…" He looked up at Emily. "What did he drink tonight besides soda?"

A weird expression crossed her face. "Nothing. All he had tonight was soda. You saw…"

"Bullshit, Emily! What did you give him?" Brenda said, glaring at her. Her voice shook seeing her twin laying in Dylan's arms.

"Enough … Bren …" He lifted his friend up with difficulty. "Open the door." He moved to his own car when he felt Brandon start to stir. "Brando…"

"Dylan…." His voice was breathless. "What the hell…" He felt like his world was in a spin and his chest hurt. He couldn't catch his breath.

"Man, you passed out. Something's not right, so we're taking you to the hospital," Dylan explained.

"Everything's… spinning… I don't… feel good…. Can't breathe…" Brendon gasped, his words slightly slurred. His chest felt like it was being constricted by an elastic band or something. He felt feverish and his heart had started pounding…

"Just hold on..." He lifted him into the back seat of his Porsche. He turned and looked at Brenda. "Get in back with him, hold him up right. He's having trouble breathing." He got into the front and, after Brenda got into the back, he sped out of the parking lot. He didn't care if he got pulled over. He caught Brandon's face in the mirror; it was pale and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead as he fought to breathe. What the hell had she given him?!

Brenda brushed her hand through her twin's hair. "Just hold on Brandon…please…" She could feel him shaking in her arms, his head resting in the crook of her neck. It seemed like forever before they finally flew into the emergency bay of West Beverly Hills hospital.

Dylan rushed in a few scant seconds later with several doctors and nurses in tow. Brandon was put on a gurney and rushed in. They were asked questions and gave information on what happened. Then they were sent to wait in the waiting room.

"I should call my parents," Brenda said, but didn't get up, worry clearly etched on her face.

Dylan reached into his pocket and handed her some money to make the phone call. He knew it wasn't going to be an easy call for his girlfriend to make.

Brenda stood on shaky legs and headed across the waiting room to the payphones to call her parents.

A few minutes later, she walked over and sat down, laying her head on Dylan's shoulder. She wiped at the tears on her face. "They are on their way… Mom was crying…" She sighed. "What is going on…? He's never acted like this…"

Dylan shook his head. "Like I said, he was stoned…. but all I saw him drink was soda, so I don't know, Bren." He kissed her forehead as he hugged her close. They waited in the waiting room, watching the doors they had taken Brandon through.

They didn't have to wait long, thankfully, before Jim and Cindy Walsh rushed into the room. "What happened…?" immediately left Jim's mouth.

Dylan stood up. "I don't know. He just was acting weird and then he just collapsed …. We brought him here…"

They were talking when the door to the ER opened and a man walked out. "Family for Brandon Walsh…." The man had a clipboard in his hand. He looked around seeing the two teens and the other couple.

"That's my son." Jim turned to him. "Is he alright?" He put his arm around his wife and took the other hand of Brenda's that wasn't holding Dylan's.

He frowned. "We stabilized him." He looked at him intently. "We took blood. What we think is he had a very bad reaction to some kind of drug in his system." He frowned. "We are going to be taking him for further tests." He glanced between Brenda and Dylan. "You said he was slurring a bit when he came to?"

Dylan nodded. "You, he said he was dizzy and his words were all kind of jumbled up.."

Doctor Freedman nodded. "I am sending him for a cat scan. Whatever he took or was given… we suspect might have caused a stroke. When we get done with the tests, we will be moving him to the ICU to monitor him."

Cindy tightened her grip on Jim's hand. Her voice shook. "A stroke? He's only 17… And drugs? Our son doesn't do drugs. He doesn't even drink…" She looked at Brenda and Dylan. "Was he drinking….?"

Dylan shook his head. "Not that I know of … the only thing I saw him drink was a soda." He shrugged. "But I wasn't watching him all night." He looked at his girlfriend and frowned. What the hell had happened?! His best friend was in the hospital and worse yet he might have had a stroke.. What the hell had that girl done to him? "He was with Emily the whole time, but she didn't come with us, so I don't know…"

Brenda shook her head. "She just stood there as Dylan was putting him in the car. He was the one that caught him when he fell... off his own car." She stated with a frown.

"He fell off the car?" Jim's voice raised a bit. He looked at the doctor "Can we see him?"

"Sure, but just for a few minutes," the doctor agreed. "Follow me."

Brenda cried into Dylan's shoulder as the doctor led them back to their seats. He held her as tight as he could without hurting her. Tears slid silently down his own face as he thought about how close he had come to losing his best friend.

In Brandon's hospital room, the doctor continued explaining what they were doing for the young man in the bed. Meanwhile, his mother was crying and stroking the side of Brandon's face, holding his hand at the same time.

Jim stood behind his wife, rubbing her back soothingly, while he listened intently to the doctor. Occasionally he would ask a question or two.

How did this happen? His son was always responsible. He hadn't gotten into any real trouble since the incident with his car. How could this have happened to Brandon?

Soon, Jim and Cindy were escorted out to the waiting room while they took Brandon up to run some tests. Once they had him settled into the ICU then one of the hospital staff would come and get them, but they had been told that only two visitors were allowed in with him at a time.

They knew that Dylan and Brenda both needed to see him. It was hard seeing him laying so quietly in the bed. He looked so small, so still in it, it filled their stomachs with unease.

Brandon was so full of life and laughter, willing to give others the shirt off his back. Who would do this to him?!

Jim sat next to his wife in the waiting room. He put his arm around Brenda who buried her face in his shoulder. He knew she was taking this doubly hard - that was her twin in there. The other half of his little girl.

Dylan got up and started pacing now that Brenda's parents were there. He was antsy, he wasn't one to just stand there. Hospitals gave him the creeps, but he was going to stay there. He was going to be there for Brenda, and he needed to know his friend was okay. He ran a hand through his hair. How the hell had tonight gone to shit?! Finally, he sat down next to Brenda and put his hand on her back. "I'm sorry… Mr. Walsh…."

"Jim…" Jim Walsh said softly.

Dylan stared at him. "What?"

"If you hadn't reacted, my son wouldn't have made it to the hospital," Jim said. "He would have smashed his head open…. Fact is, if you hadn't done anything I'd have gotten a call I never want to get…."

Dylan held out his hand to him. "Uhm, you're welcome."

"And don't apologize," Jim said. softly. "You didn't give Brandon the drugs…. If I find out who did..." The man sighed.

They sat in the waiting room, each in their own thoughts. They knew they had a few calls to make, but until they heard more from Dr. Freedman they were sitting right there.

It was about thirty minutes after they had sat down when the doctor finally walked over to them, his face grim.

Dr. Freedman indicated for them to sit down and then sat down across from them. "We ran a few tests. Whatever this substance is, it caused some problems. I'm sorry but your son had a mild stroke."

His parents felt like their whole world had been ripped out from under them. A stroke. Brandon was only seventeen years old. How the hell had this happened?!

"We've moved him to the ICU where he can be monitored," the doctor said. "We will be running tests and keeping an eye on him." Dr. Freedman shook his head. "The blood tests came back positive for a drug called U4rea. It's quite a nasty little drug. Do you have any idea how he could have gotten it?" He looked at the two teens.

Both of the teens shook their heads.

"No. The only thing we saw him drink was soda," Brenda said. "How dangerous is this...?" She looked towards her parents. How did she explain where they were and not get both her and her brother in trouble?

"Very, young lady," Dr. Freedman said. "Your brother could encounter other complications which is why we are moving him to ICU to monitor him. If anything crops up, we'll be right there." He shook his head. "You can go and see him but only two at a time."

They all moved up to the ICU waiting room, settling down for what would be a long night.