Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I flicked Kathleen's ear, she was still sleeping after fifteen hours of being passed out on my couch. "Wake up!" I yelled, not loud enough to wake Nana because she just came home from the night shift in the hospital, but loud enough for Kathleen to hear me. Well there's a bright side to this, she didn't return to her doggy style slumber.

"Moooommmmm, give me five more minutes!" She mumbled under her breath.

"Do I look like your mom?" I snarled. "No! So get your punk butt off my couch before I send a picture of your bright yellow under wear to Louis!"

Her head came up instantly. "I'm up, I'm up, I'm up!" She repeated. "But I have a horrible head ache!"

"Let me love you," I mocked. "I'll get you some headache pills but put on something other than that dress. I really don't like knowing the type of underwear you wear."

I walked off into the kitchen to look for medicine for Kathleen. I heard a loud thump come from the living room, I ran instantly to see what it was. I stood there in confuse meant for about ten seconds before I raced over to Kathleen who was foaming out of her mouth and had her eyes rolled back in her head.

"What's going on?!" Jean bolted from the bathroom.

"Call for an ambulance!" I demanded, attempting to calm down Kathleen. Suddenly her eyes closed, something was terribly wrong. I started to cry, the last person I was leaned over trying to help died on me. I couldn't take another.

Jean did as told as I yelled for Nana to get out of bed. I was screaming for about five minutes until she came running. Nana took over right away, being a nurse and all, while me and Jean hugged each other in our short-shorts pajamas and cried. Something was terribly wrong with Kathleen and we couldn't do anything about it.

The ambulance arrived shortly after ten minutes and strolled Kathleen away. Luckily Jean and I were able to go in the ambulance with her, we were tearing up the entire way there. I didn't know what was worse the fact Kathleen may die, or the fact we may get in trouble when they find beer in her system. The paramedic in the back with us starting to give her a breathing machine I didn't know the name of, and I held Jean's hand tight until she almost lost circulation so I let go for a bit.

We sat in the emergency room lobby waiting the news about our friend. Everyone keep giving up weird looks, we were in our pajamas at four in the afternoon. I didn't care, I was here for Kathleen not a beauty contest. We had called her parents, who unfortunately were out of town today so Nana had to come in and sign her papers for her.

"She's stable," A nurse appeared. "She had this poison in her system. If she was left another minute like this, she would of died for sure. She's asking for you guys now, would you like to visit her?" I got up instantly and followed the nurse down a long hallway with Jean in tow. I kept commenting on the nurse's what seemed to be natural flaming red hair that put up into a bun on the back of her head, I think I followed the bun's tracks instead of the nurse's to be honest.

We finally made it into the room where Kathleen was laid in a hospital bed. She didn't look herself, her face was completely pale instead of tan, and I even swear her hair got lighter. I cried when I saw she was hooked up to both a oxygen tank and IV fluids. Her beautiful pink dress was flung in the corner and she was wearing a ugly hospital gown from what I could see since the blankets were pulled up to her chest. This is not my best friend, this was something different the poison created.

"Guys, we have a problem," She forced out.

"What?" Jean questioned.

"The poison is only able to be drank, I only left my drink out of my sight once tomorrow at lunch. There's only one person who could of spiked it at the lunch table while we were scheming for last night in the bathroom," Kathleen told us. I already knew it was as soon as she said it. Only one person wanted Kathleen dead because she screwed up something big for her.

Katrina.