Chapter Fourteen

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Dylan's POV: Ugh I have been kissing Rachel for 5 minutes. Where is Quinn.

"Hold on." I told Rachel so I could text Quinn.

Where are you? It sent. A few minutes later she was calling.

"Hey Quinn where are you?" I asked.

"Um this is a EMT. We are on the way to the hospital. Quinn was just in a really bad car accident. I can't tell you much more so bye."

I swear my heart stopped. I dropped the phone and ran. I could hear Rachel's faint voice in the background telling me to come back and to remember the plan. She doesn't understand. Know one does. I love her so much. If she dies... I started to cry. I kept running and running. The diner to the hospital is Thirty-six blocks. I was already half way there. I just kept sprinting and was running through people. I love her too much. I was almost there I could see the ambulance pull into the drive way. I ran so hard. I was sweating so bad. My legs were sore and I was panting very hard. I was there at the ambulance they were taking her out. She was bruised. And her face was all bloody. Her arm was shaped really strangely. I was running with the EMT's and other doctors until we got to her room the the nurse said I need to keep out.

"No!" I screamed. "Let me in!"

I tried to open the door but it was locked. No no no! I thought. Why...just...why...

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Christina's POV: "I just heard Quinn was in an accident." I gave Damian the news.

"What?" Damian said sounding disappointed. "I have to go see her."

"No you must stay here." I told him.

"No! I'm going to see her and there's noth-" he started but I shot him in the leg. He winced in pain. It's what he gets for talking back and not listening. I need bigger consequences. Obviously stabbing and shooting them isn't enough. Taylor has been good. Mmm that boy. Such a cutie. I thought sarcasically. It would be a shame if anything happened to that poor girlfriend of his. I then started laughing.

Damian looked up at me and said, "What crazy idea do you have now."

"Oh it's not crazy." I told him. "It's perfect." I laughed more.

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