My heart was racing as my feet ran across the treadmill. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I took each step. Running 8 miles an hour for 20 minutes, was painful on my calves, but I had to push through it. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that it was 5pm. Time for me to head home so I could make dinner for grandma. She's getting so weak lately, I hate leaving her alone, but she insists on me going to the gym. I grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off of my forehead so I didn't look as a mess. Throwing it in a bin, I rushed out there door.

Walking home fast, I dodged a few socs that I went to school with. When I got home, I opened the door and didn't see my grandma on the couch reading like she usually is. I saw her glasses on top of a poetry book. I didn't smell the sweet aroma of my grandma's lilac perfume that she puts on every afternoon. That wasn't normal. I walked into the kitchen and didn't see my grandma's plate she leaves on the table when she eats her crackers.

I walked back into the hallway and her faint breathing. I followed the sound and found my grandma laying on the ground with her eyes wide open, breathing very heavily. I rushed to her side and felt her pulse. Her heart rate was jumping.

"Grandma? Grandma! You need to answer me!" I screamed while shaking her. She didn't even look at me. I ran into the livingroom and picked up the phone and slammed on the number buttons dialing 911. They picked up immediately.

"I need an ambulance at 7810 Courtney Rd." I rushed out.

A lady on the other end responded, "We're on our way."

I slammed the phone down and ran back to my grandma and knelt down next to her limp body. I held her head in my arms and cried. I heard the ambulance coming down the rode so I picked up my grandma's body and ran to the front door. As I was just a few feet away, the door burst open with cops behind it. I handed them her body as I cried.

"I-I'm coming with," I choked out while catching my breath in my throat.

A tall cop with hair gel'd back answered me. "There isn't any room. Come to the hospital though."

"No! I'm coming with!" I argued back.

They ignored me and continued putting my grandma in the ambulance while the cops got in their cars. I ran a few steps and screamed, begging to go with, but nobody cared enough to listen to my cries. I screamed and yelled knowing I had no way to get to the hospital. I felt a tug on my arms and myself being pulled against someone's body. There was soon a heavy breathing on my neck that belonged to someone else. I felt a soothing voice in my ear that scared me.

The person holding me answered back. "Everythings okay."

I jumped back, frightened at whoever was holding me. I gasped but it got caught in my throat so it sounded like I was choking. Jerking them off my arms I stepped back and saw a rather handsome boy standing there. He had dark brown, greased back hair with a few pieces falling in his face and a very defined cheekbones with sparkling green eyes. He was wearing a blue DX station shirt with the name Sodapop sewed onto it in cursive letters. There was a tall boy standing next to him with a dirty look on his face, but was rather attractive. He also had dark brown hair greased back perfectly without a fly away hair. He had dark brown eyes that stared at me. He was also wearing a DX station shirt with the named Steve sewed on in cursive letters.

"W-who are you?" I asked questionably.

The boy with the green eyes was the one who answered. "I'm Sodapop Curtis but you can call me Soda and this is Steve Randle. You? And are you okay?" He had concern in his voice. I looked into his eyes and they were soft.

"Max Bryant and I'm fine." I snarled back.

"Do you need a ride to the hospital? We saw what happened." He answered.

"Thanks, but I can walk." I started walking towards the hospital. This is going to be a long walk. It's 15 miles from my house. This is going to be fun. I was only a few feet away from the two dazed boys when I felt another tug on my arm. I turned around and saw Sodapop less then a few inches away from my face. I backed up nervous and focused my eyes on his movie star like face.

"It's fine. My cars just down the block. I can take ya." He pointed to the direction of where his car was. It was a blue beatup broken looking mustang. I looked back at him and nodded in defeat. I knew that he wouldn't leave me alone, but I just hoped he and his friend wouldn't hurt me. I followed him to his car when I noticed that there were only two seats and there were three of us.

"Where am I supposed to sit Soda?" I asked annoyed.

He looked at Steve with a pleading look in his eyes. Glancing over at Steve, I noticed his face harden and that's when I realized where I was gonna sit. "No no. No. I that's not happenin." I looked at Soda and he lost the sparkle in his eyes. It kind of looked like he was giving me a puppy dog face. He wanted me to get a ride from him that badly? I sighed and rolled my eyes, having them land back on Sodapop.

"Okay, fine. Just get in." I really annoyed.

Soda got in and Steve did too. Steve sighed too and as I was about to sit down on him, he glared at me. I guess he doesn't want me to sit on him either. He slammed the door shut and Soda pulled away. He put the radio on and my grandma's favorite song came on. It was the Beatles Let It Be. It made me tear up so much. Soda rubbed my back every once in a while and shot me sad expressions. I put my head back on Steve's shoulder to rest and cry. Tears dripped down my face and neck every once and a while landing on Steve.

When the lyric "For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see", I turned and cried harder into Steve's neck. What if she doesn't make it? What will happen to me? I'll be put in a foster home. I'll have know one.

Steve wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight as I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried harder. When I calmed down I moved my head a bit. My lips were rested on his cheek near his ear and I closed my eyes. Breathing my hot breaths on Steve's cheek, I could feel his heart beating harder against me.

"We're here. Do ya want us to go with with ya?" Soda asked with concern in his voice.

"Would you really?" I was surprised he would ask me something like that. I mean he just met me.

"Sure". We all got out of the car and headed inside the hospital. We approached the desk that a woman in her mid-thirties sat.

"Umm my grandma was just brought here a little while ago. Where is she?" I asked nervous at the answer.

"Ah yes. She's in the ER." She responded plainly.

My heart began racing as I backed away from the desk. This can't be happening. This isn't real. I turned around and ran out the door of the hospital hearing Soda and Steve yelling after me. Looking left and right to find the sign for the ER building, I spotted it to my right and began running that way. When I got to the building, I burst through the doors hearing Soda and Steve right behind me. I sprinted to the desk and stopped by ramming myself into it.

"How long is it goin be for my grandma to be out of surgery?" I was so out of breath from the running.

"About an hour. You can take a seat in the waiting room if you like." The man pointed to the set of chairs in the corner or the building. I nodded my head and walked over to a chair. I sat down and began bawling my eyes out. I felt a small wind indicating a person sitting next to me. I felt a large hand on my shoulder and begin rubbing it as I cried into my hands. This continued for an hour until a doctor stopped it.

"Umm are you Mrs. Bryant?" Springing up, I nodded my head in return to the doctor's question. "You're grandmother is out of surgery if you would like to see her. She's in room-" I interrupted him wanting him to answer one of my questions.

"What was wrong with her?" I eagerly asked.

"She had a blood clot in a main artery close to the heart." The doctors face began growing into a frown. That's not a good sign.

"Is she goin make it?" My heart was pounded so loudly, I thought everyone in the room could hear it.

"I can't tell you. I'm 's in room 176 if you want to see her." He had little sympathy in his voice angering me. The doctors her really need to get some sympathy. They would be acting differently if it was their family or friend in that room trying to survive. The moment he said the room number, I sprinted to her room. When I found it, I stared in the window and saw my grandmother's limp body attached to multiple machines with tubes coming out of her nose connected to a machine. I felt an aching in my body and I started to back up not believing my eyes. Feeling my body hit something, I turned around frightened, but then cooled down seeing it was Sodapop. The tears began flooding down my face again as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He put his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly.

"Everythin's goin be all right." Soda soothingly spoke into my ear. I nodded my head and backed away, facing the door. Slowly placing my hand on the doorknob, I turned it and pushed the door open lightly. I felt my body freeze. I couldn't move. I couldn't bring myself to take a foot towards her. She is my everything. The only thing I live for. She holds all my deepest and darkest secrets that I've never told anyone and now she might not live much longer. Shock ran through my body and my heart rate picked up. I felt a little bump and I turned around seeing Steve was the one who shoved me a little. I glared at him and turned around to face my grandma's lifeless body. I took a step forward and soon I was sitting in a chair pulled up beside my grandma. Slowly itching my hand over her bed sheets, my hand met hers and I held it in mine, hoping and praying she pulls through this.