We raced to the hospital. Kiera drove since she knew where the shortcuts were. I prayed for the miracle of not being pulled over by a cop.

Thankfully my prayers were answered.

We quickly parked and ran, as fast as we could in 5 inch (Keira) and 3 inch (Me) heels, to the lobby.

"Roselyn Catherine McDonalle!!" Kiera screamed to the receptionist

The receptionist jumped up and handed us two VISITOR passes, "Third floor, room 361."

We nodded thanks and ran toward the stairs. Much faster than the elevators.

I felt like I was in a soap opera.

We ran into room 361, Kiera almost hit a cart running through the doorway.

"Rosie!"

Rosie looked horrible.

Tubes and machines were scattered about her, her leg was broken, she had burns on her arms, she was black and blue too, and on top of that she was loosing her voice.

"Hi guys." She whispered, "Kiera can you get me some balloons from the gift shop?"

Kiera nodded and ran out of the room.

I placed a hand on the end of Rosie's hospital bed, "Are you okay?"

"No. I am not." Rosie scowled at me, "You did this!"

The machine started spazzing out and Rosie started shaking violently.

Kiera came up, "Gwen! What did you do!!? Rosie! Nurse! Help someone!!"