The asked me if I was okay. I said no. Of course not. My sister is lying on a bloody stretcher in a coma. How am I supposed to be okay?

It was a long drive to the hospital. Kylie drove me and my Mother. Mom was crying the whole time. She was upset, Nora was her perfect little daughter. She is probably going to blame me for what happened. Letting Nora go to the Party.

When we arrived to the hospital, a nurse ushered us into a private waiting room while the doctors assisted Nora. Well, made sure she wasn't dead. A police officer told me the paramedics thought she either went into a coma or she's dead. I don't want anyone to say she's dead, gone or passed.

After an hour or so, a doctor walked in with a sorrowful look on his face.