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Gregg's Pov

I haven't heard from Lucille in all day; ever since I had dropped her off back at her house. Is it possible for her to still be mad at me? She couldn't still hold a grudge against me, could she?

I've been in my room the rest of the day once I returned from my little argument with Lucille. Once I saw her jump off of my car angrily and obviously hurt by what I had told her back at the field, I realized that maybe I was a little to harsh on her. I regretted confronting Lucille the way I did. For all I know, Lucille could have hurt herself. God, I hope she didn't hurt herself.

I decided to call Lucille; it rang multiple times before kicking me into her voicemail. Stubborn as I am, I called again, if Lucille was still angry at me for the confrontation regarding her cuts, then I will simply have to spam her phone with missed calls until she decides to speak to me.

Sounds harsh but I don't want Lucille to hold a grudge against me for this. I love her and all I wanted was to help her through this situation she put herself in.

It rang again and just as I thought that she wouldn't pick the phone up, she answers the phone. My heart jumps, Lucille must not be so mad at me if she picked up on the second call. On the other side of the phone I heard sirens and I feared what I heard. "Lucille, why do I hear sirens?" It is then that I am aware about who answered the call. It was not Lucille who had answered; this scared me even more.

"Gregg?" A different woman's voice is heard in my ear, "Gregg, it's Lucille's mother. I'm sorry that she can't be the one who answers you but," She sounds hesitant, sad. "but at this moment paramedics are taking her to the hospital, her father is in the ambulance with her and I am about to follow them in the car. I will call you as soon as I get there."

Hospital? "Ma'am, no. Please. Tell me which hospital she is heading to and I will meet you there." It takes a while for her to talk and I think she just got in her car considering the sounds of the sirens are vanishing.

"Rosemary Hospital." She informs me, "I'll see you there, Gregg." With that, she drops the call.

I run out of my room like a maniac and hop in my car, I don't remember everything from that point, all I know is that I am halfway to the hospital. My mind is focused on the horrific thoughts about what could have happened to Lucille. Could she have hurt herself? Could I have caused her to do this to herself? Did her father beat her again and caused her to go to the hospital?

"I just want to help you." I beg Lucille. I could see her eyes getting red and wanting to spill tears down her cheeks. I can tell she is holding them back, she doesn't want to cry in front of me. "Please just take me home." Lucille pleads me. It'd be better if I do take her home, maybe then she will be able to clear her mind and allow me to help her. "Why don't you want me to help you, babe? I'm here with you, I told you I am not going anywhere. All I want is to help you." That is truly all I want, to help Lucille out of this situation. She shuts her eyes and looks down, "I don't need help, please take me home or I'll go walking." I know she is serious. I know she would dare to walk back to her house but it is dangerous for her to be out alone in this mood she is in. "Alright, I'll take you home."

I should have never took her back home; she wouldn't have been on her way to the hospital right now.

God, if anything happens to her, I will lose it.

I quickly park, secure my car with the alarm and sprint inside the hospital. Inside, I see Mr. Linn holding a very devastated Mrs. Linn. "Where is she?" Is the first thing I say.

Mrs. Linn turns to face me and says, "They already took her in, Gregg." I nod.

I want to know what happened to her; why is my girl in the hospital right now? I bite my lips roughly; I can't help it, I'm anxious. "Do you happen to know what had happened to her?" I demand.