Bianca's POV
Yea, so, umm... how are you supposed to word that questin? Hey, um, are you, um, cheating on me?
Or are you not supposed to use that many ums?
Before I could even think of what I was gonna say, Wesley came back.
"Hey, um, Blake called." I said.
"Oh, shit, what did she get herself into this time?" Wesley muttered under his breath.
"Who's Blake?" I asked, and looked up noticing that Wesley had already dialed a number and put the phone to his ear.
"Who's Blake?" I say a bit louder this time, hoping to get his attention.
Wesley holds a finger up, telling me to wait a minute. And he goes into a different room and talks on the phone.
I stand up, walking a little bit closer to the bedroom, hoping to be able to eavesdrop in on the one side of the phone call.
But Wesley had already gone into the hallway, so I tried to be as quiet as possible and tried to hear.
"Blake, come on, its a freaking nosebleed! You don't need to go to the damn hospital."
It sounded like someone on the other line screamed at him.
"Then get Harrison to drive you." He said.
"Fine, whatever, be at your house in ten."
Oh, God!
"Who's Blake?" I ask.
"A friend," Wesley said, grabbing his jacket as fast as he can. "And she's being an ass so she's gonna make me drive her to the hospital."
"Can I come?" I asked, partly scared that driving a friend to the hospital becuase of a nosebleed had nothing to do with it, though I would never admit it to Wesley.
Wesley looked at me this morning incredulously, "I don't know why you would want to, but I guess you can if you want. But you're probably gonna have to sit in the back, she'll probably kill you if you don't!"
"Ok, I guess." I said.
We got in the car and I climbed in the backseat. We drove to whoever this Blake girl's house is.
Wesley was out of the car in no time when we got to her house. Wesley ran up to the door and rammed it open, he almost seemed like he'd done this before.
Wesley brought Blake out to the car with a bloody towel that looked like it started out bright red. Okay, now I can see why she had to call someone.
Wesley got in the car and drove as fast as he possibly could in that car, okay, I know he's a reckless driver, but this was worse.
We got to the hospital and basically ran in.
"Blake Pearson." Wesley said, to the lady at the desk.
The lady looked alarmed.
"BLAKE PEARSON!" She screamed and some lady came out and got her.
Wesley came and sat down next to me.
"Whats wrong with her?" I whispered.
"What?" Wesley asked, clearly taken off guard.
"Whats wrong with her?" I asked again, louder this time.
"She has really bad leukemia." Wesley said.
My eyes went wide. Yea, now I defiantly felt bad. Whoops, should have just trusted Wesley, it was just a trip to the ER.
