I run up the steps and walk into a hallway with basically no one.

"He fucking-he fucking-goddamn son of a bitch," I hear from Devin's end.

"Devin, calm down. Tell me what happened. What's wrong?" I say in a soothing voice.

"I'm gonna fucking kill the bastard," Devin says.

"Devin, what happened?" I ask him again.

"I'm-I'm at North Memorial Hospital. In the ER. My dad and m-my mom were fighting and then the fucking bastard shoved her and she, her head and there was so much blood," he says. His voice is filled with so much agony. I nearly drop my phone.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." I click end call and run into Carter.

"You okay?" he asks me. He smells like pot.

"I-I have to go. I, I'm sorry," I say and then shove past him I run out into the street and catch a cab. I can't believe that this is happening.

It takes what seems like hours to get to the hospital. I throw a twenty at the cab driver and then jump out of the cab. And then I'm running as fast as I can with my heels clutched in my hands. I can't seem to run fast enough as I pass through the sliding doors of the hospital.

I look frantically around and then bolt to the ER, that's where Devin said that they were. It doesn't seem real, it doesn't seem like this is actually happening. And then I see him. I run over to where he is. "Devin." He turns to look at me. His hands, his face and his shirt are all smeared with blood. His hair is a mess. His hands are outstretched. His eyes are lost.

"I-" he starts.

"Shh, don't talk. It's okay, I'm here now," I say. He blinks and then nods. I wrap my arms around him, dropping my heels. He hugs me back and then I hear awful, heartbreaking sobs coming from him. I hold him tighter. "It's okay, it's okay, let it out," I say. I gently inch back towards the chairs. I sink down with him. My dress is now wet in certain places.

We sit like that for a little while. He continues to cry and I continue to stoke his hair and tell him that it's going to be okay even though it might not be. The doctors come by a little later. "Sorry about the wait, the MRI machine was backed up. The scans revealed that Mrs. Wright has a subdural hematoma-"

"She has a brain bleed? Can you fix it?" I ask.

"Are you the girlfriend?" a doctor asks me.

"Does it matter?" I ask. The doctor looks to the other one who shrugs.

"Guess not. I'm Doctor Williams and this is Doctor Felix," he says. "We've put her on some blood clotting medicine, to help with bleeding in her brain. And we've also put her on some antibiotics. She has a broken wrist, so her right wrist is in a cast. We've stitched up all of her cuts. She'll be in the ICU, the Intensive Care Unit, for tonight. We'll be monitoring her and then tomorrow morning we'll operate," he explains. I nod.

"Can we see her?" I ask. They nod and take us to her room. She's lying there with a lot of gauze around her head. She's hooked up to a couple different machines and has an IV. She has small cuts all over. "What happened?" I ask them.

"We don't know, but our guess is that she hit her head against a glass table and then broke the glass," Doctor Felix says. I nod.

"Thank you, doctors," I say.

"Let us know if you need anything." I nod and they leave. I shut the door and pull the curtains shut. Devin's leaning against the wall. I sigh and drop my heels, keys and my phone on the chair.

"Devin," I say he doesn't respond. He's staring at his mother. "Let's go get you cleaned up," I say. He doesn't respond. I take his hand and lead him to the bathroom. He sits on the counter. I lock the door and grab a paper towel. I wet it with water and then start to wash the blood from his face and neck. "Devin, I need you to tell me what happened," I say. I need to get him to respond. "I'm sorry," I say.

And then I slap him. My hand stings and there's a red splotch on his cheek. His eyes are more alert now. "Ouch, why'd you do that?" Devin says. I smile. Devin's back, at least for now.

"Devin, what happened?" I ask him. He frowns.

"Well," he swallows, "I came home from football practice and the door was unlocked, and my dad's car wasn't in the driveway. But I went inside anyways. And when I got to the living room she was there. Laying in a pool of broken glass and blood. The coffee table was broken. And my dad was nowhere. I called an ambulance."

"Do you know for sure? That he shoved her? Because of that's what you're implying..." I tell him.

"I don't know and I don't want to think about it," he says. I nod and lick my lips.

"Okay, let's go back to your mom's room, I can't really do anything about the blood on your clothes, unless you want to-"

"I'm not gonna fucking leave her," Devin cuts me off.

"Okay." We walk back to his mother's room. There's the bed that Mrs. Wright is sleeping in and there's a chair. "You can have the chair," I tell Devin.

"I'll sit on the floor," he says as he sits down. I sit down next to him. He notices my discarded heels and my dress. "Shit, you had that lameass thing with Alex, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't important," I tell him. He looks at me.

"Thank you, for being here," he says quietly.

"Why wouldn't I be? You're my best friend," I say. Something passes over his face.

"Do you mind if I sleep?" Devin asks. I shake my head. He lays down and leaves his head in my lap. Within a couple of minutes he's sleeping. I look at Mrs. Wright, she looks pretty bad. It's even more horrible because Mrs. Wright has always been a very strong woman. I watch her heart rate for a couple of minutes. I grab my phone and turn it off. It keeps buzzing, mainly from Alex. I feel kind of bad, but then I look at Devin and his mom. The guilt disappears.