Date Posted:Mon, May 22 2006, 7:31am PDT Author: Alysia Subject: They had her hooked up to all kinds of monitors and machines, her young form looking tiny and pale in the hospital bed, her blonde curls spilling over the pillows haphazardly. Tear tracks were still obvious down her pale cheeks, her dark eyes like bottemless black pools of ink as she watched the beeping monitor. She'd been helping them set up the stage for the final night of the performance, rushing aorund doing this and that like she had been all week, and she had started feeling awful, sick and dizzy and a sharp ache has started in her stomach, the next thing she knew she was in an ambulance on her way to the hospital. She'd asked for him as soon as she awoke on her way in, and again every five minutes since then, all they would tell her was they were trying to reach him. She kept a hand resting over her small bump in her belly, trying her best to hold back her tears, doing a poor job of it. In reply to:
Charlie
's message, "--" on Mon, May 22 2006, 7:24am PDT
