**Luke**
"Is this Lucas Randall Jameson?" A man asked when I answered the phone.
"Sure is. Whatcha need?" I said, balancing the phone between my cheek and shoulder as I sorted my music.
"Are you familiar with a girl named Molly Grace Christian?"
"Yep. She's my girlfriend." The stack of CDs I was holding slipped out of my hands, spilling onto the floor. I swore quietly, bending down to pick them up.
"Well, Mister Jameson, Miss Christian has been involved in an accident."
I froze, abandoning the CDs and taking the phone in my hand. "What happened?"
"Miss Christian was in the car with Miss Margaret Rebecca Pennie, and they hit a patch of black ice. Spun off the road, rolled, and landed upside down in a ditch. From what I understand, Miss Christian threw herself onto Miss Pennie, trying to save her, and took the brunt of the wreck."
"How are they?" I asked, my heart sinking to my stomach.
"Miss Pennie recieved only a few bruises and scratches. She's in shock, but-"
"Molly! How is Molly?!" I sounded nearly hysterical, and tried to control my voice.
"Well, Miss Christian is having some heart problems. She has been slipping in and out of consciousness since we arrived at the scene. Her heartbeat is irregular, and it isn't stabilizing. Other than that, her lower leg is broken, and she may have a concussion."
"Where is she now?"
"At the hospital."
Without another word, I hung up the phone and ran to my car.
