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• He let out a soft breath as they were let off on a break and headed over towards the chairs. Absently, he picked up one of the magazines - it was always interesting to see what they had written about them that week - and started to flip through it. His brow furrowed though as he read the headline on the front, immediatly going to that article. Hurridly, he stood up and went outside to where he knew Gavin would be, his eyes concerned as he leaned against the wall, his finger in the pages of the magazine - his eyes on his friend. "Hey, man, you know if you need to go back home, it's cool. We all love B and obviously, this is kind of an emergency." Gavin was playing it prety cool given the fact his girl was in the hospital. (NT) -- Bianca, 07:37:37 05/30/05 Mon

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• "What are you talking about, Dust?" He questioned abruptly, and stopped his pacing to stand infront of his friend, brows furrowed. "What emergency?" He didn't have a clue what the man was saying, and didn't even attempt to put things together. Ashing his smoke, he shoved his free hand in his pocket and stepped to the side - so he was in the shade and leaning against the brick wall of the building. (NT) -- Gavin, 07:51:50 05/30/05 Mon

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• He frowned at that, his fingers slipping over the glossy magazine article before he opened it up and folded it so just the front of the article was showing. A paparazzi had snuck a picture of the young girl in the hospital bed - looking almost emanciated - the headline declaring the beautiful young rising star to be in a coma and the article went on to describe how much she had wrong with her though it wasn't entirely clear if all of it was correct or an exageration. One thing was clear though, Bianca was very, very ill. (NT) -- Bianca, 08:00:10 05/30/05 Mon

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• The breath slipped from his lungs at that and he dropped his smoke, reaching for his cellphone as he scanned the article. "Shit..." As he raced through the numbers in his phone book, his fingers were trembling and he was having trouble figuring out just who he wanted to call. He stumbled across Reilly's number though, and punched 'send' in a hurry, looking to Dustin as he waited while it rang. "When's that magazine from?" (NT) -- Gavin, 08:05:52 05/30/05 Mon

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• "Um...came out...like two days ago? Three?" He frowned softly, trying to figure out why his friend was so shocked. He had to have known about this, him and Bianca had been together for ever it seemed like - long as he could remember at least. // He looked down at the girl who was sleeping with her head in his lap, startled by the sound of the phone ringing in her purse. Gently he eased her head down onto the couch and stood, grabbing the cell phone out of her purse. His brow furrowed at the name there, flipping it open as he went out into the hallway. "Hello?" (NT) -- Dustin/Kaden, 08:11:52 05/30/05 Mon

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• He inhaled sharply in relief as someone finally answered, but was a little thrown off that it wasn't Reilly - instead an unfamiliar man. Unsure that he had gotten the right number, and hardly in prime thinking state, he cleared his throat and touched a hand to his forehead. "Is this... Reilly's phone?" He would have recognized Brett's voice, and couldn't think of anyone else who would answer. Why wasn't Reilly answering her phone? Maybe she couldn't, because she had to be with Bianca... (NT) -- Gavin, 08:16:29 05/30/05 Mon

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• He nodded before he realized that the man couldn't see him nodding. It had been a long week, he had been at the hospital almost constantly with Reilly since Bianca had collapsed at the mall with her sister. Reilly had called him and an ambulance while her sister lay on the ground, in excruciating pain but unable to speak or even open her eyes. "Uh, yeah, Gavin, right?" He paused a second. "This is Zee, Reilly's boyfriend." So maybe he was taking some liberties introducing himself as such, but he didn't really think about it at a time like this. "Reilly's sleeping." (NT) -- Zee, 08:22:06 05/30/05 Mon

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• "Yeah, Gavin... Bianca.. Is she there? Is Brett around?" He didn't even know what to say or ask - he was so far away from where he needed to be, and talking to someone that he didn't even know, and didn't have a clue what was going on. And if Bianca was in the hospital - why hadn't anyone called him? They had to have known that he would need to know.. (NT) -- Gavin, 08:26:12 05/30/05 Mon

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• His brow furrowed a touch as he asked if Bianca was there, his head cocking. "Well, she's here..I guess, I mean she's in her room but she hasn't woken up for the past six days." Didn't Gavin know about any of thise? Brett said he had called him. "Brett said he was going to try and call you the other day but he didn't get ahold of you.." He ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to say to the obviously distraught man. Personally, he had his doubts as to whether Brett had actually even tried to get in touch with Gavin, but that wasn't his place to get into that. // Dustin frowned as Mike came out, shaking his head at their other bandmate before his attention back to Gavin, there for support should his friend need it. (NT) -- Zee, 08:29:53 05/30/05 Mon

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• "No, no one called me.." He stated firmly, shifting from one foot to the other and speaking to his boys for a moment. "Can you call Eric and tell him I need a flight home as soon as possible? Today. This afternoon." He asked either of them, speaking of one of their managers - a convincing man with a lot of influence who shouldhave no trouble getting him a seat on the next flight out of there. Speaking back into the phone, he cleared his throat softly. "Look, I'm on my way back there, but will you get Rei to call me as soon as she wakes up?" (NT) -- Gavin, 08:35:45 05/30/05 Mon

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• "Sure, man, I'll let her know." He tipped his head to the side before he spoke again. "Everyone's at the hospital, just to let you know..." He didn't want the man to go looking for them or to be unaware of the hostility that may be waiting for him from Bianca's father. // Dustin nodded, heading inside to go find Eric and explain the situation. This wasn't going to over well, they were supposed to be recording till that weekend and the studio was not cheap - he knew all the managers were going to be trying to talk Gav into waiting. (NT) -- Zee, 08:43:57 05/30/05 Mon

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• "Thanks... I'll be there in a couple hours... Please, just tell Reilly I called..." He knew that Brett wouldn't want to talk to him, and likely wouldn't even want to see him there, but Bianca's baby sister knew and adored him and he could trust her to give him some information. With a low sigh, he snapped his phone shut and turned ran both hands through his hair slowly - clearly distressed. (NT) -- Gavin, 08:56:06 05/30/05 Mon

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• Dustin came back out, shaking his head. "Eric's not to happy, your going to have to convince him its serious..." His eyes looked sympathetically on at his friend, his voice soft. "How serious is it?" He could see the distress in his best friends eyes and it killed him. He knew he would go crazy if something happened to his girl and he hadn't known about it.. (NT) -- Dusty, 09:02:02 05/30/05 Mon

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• "I don't know... No one'll talk to me except her sister's boyfriend, and all he said was something about her not waking up in six days... Six fucking days and no one's picked up the phone to call me." He slipped his phone into his pocket and cursed again, slamming a hand against the brick wall in frustration - and then immediately regretting that. Well actually... Maybe if he broke his hand and couldn't play guitar, he wouldn't have to convince anyone of anything. (NT) -- Gavin, 09:12:57 05/30/05 Mon

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• He let out a soft breath, his brow furrowed gently as he nodded. "Six days...he didn't give you any kind of info, like..bad flue or something?" He frowned softly, Gavin really never delved into the way Bianca's health had been going down the drain. "Come on, we can talk while we go find Eric to convince him to get you on a plane and get you to your girl." (NT) -- Dusty, 09:18:02 05/30/05 Mon

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• "I didn't ask..." He didn't want to hear it while he was there and unable to do anything but panic and blame himself. Running a hand down his face, he rubbed his arm, but started out back towards the building - where the manager was luckily hanging out that evening. "I need..." But he stopped himself from saying it, just shook his head slowly, jaw setting - worry lining his features. (NT) -- Gavin, 09:21:10 05/30/05 Mon

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• He shook his head, frowning. "Just focus on getting to your girl, Gav, she needs you now and you need to be clear minded and focused." He patted his friend on the back reassuringly before he handed over the keys to his car - he was the only one who had a car there. "Talk to Eric, take my car, go to the hotel, pack a bag, get on the flight. Leave the car at the airport, I'll get someone to pick it up later." He paused a second, giving his friend a 'manly hug'. "I'll tell the guys whats going on, you go." (NT) -- Dustin, 09:25:40 05/30/05 Mon

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• "Thanks Dust..." He murmured quietly and took the keys with a low sigh, then returned the hug and nodded a little. "I'll call you when I know something more..." He promised, and then ducked inside to inform Eric of the situation and that he had to go. Once he outlined the situation, it took only a little bit of convincing, and then he was on his way back to the hotel and then to the airport - with Eric's promises that he would have a flight by the time he got to LAX. (NT) -- Gavin, 09:28:57 05/30/05 Mon