:A Proscriptive Relationship: 35

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I'm writing A LOT after this chapter, so don't be deceived that it's long... it's about the same length as usual. Maybe like half a page less. But I feel like I wrote a whole page of me just ranting lol. So please sit through it!

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"Holly... Holly. Holly!"

I jumped, my head snapping towards the sound of the voice. Jeremy was frowning at me with a worried expression. His expression quickly became bewildered.

"What's wrong?"

The phone slid from my quivering hands, dropping to the floor with a thud. I stared at Jeremy in horror, unable to form coherent words. Jeremy immediately got off the chair he was on and stumbled towards me.

"Seriously, Holly," he started, bending down to my level. "What's wrong? Something in the movie?"

I shook my head frantically, feeling my breath starting to come in shorter and shorter gasps. Jeremy's expression turned to alarm and he shook my shoulders gently. I took another deep breath, this time forcing myself to let it out slowly. Hyperventilating was never a fun thing to experience.

"Lance," I choked out, my eyes starting to water. "He... he..."

"Breathe, Holly."

I nodded, taking another deep breath, and letting it slowly. I repeated the process until I felt slightly calmer. Jeremy nodded, keeping his hands on my shoulders.

"Now tell me."

"Lance was shot!" I told him quickly, blinking back tears. "We need to get to the hospital! Now!"

"Who's Lance?" Jeremy responded with a look of confusion. "And shot as in?"

"With a gun!" I responded impatiently, carefully removing myself from the girls, and standing up. "I need to go!"

"Holly, wait!"

Jeremy grabbed my wrist and pulled me to a stop as I attempted to leave the room. I turned to look at him with wide-eyes.

"What?"

"It's raining! Were you planning on walking?" Jeremy responded, his face in a frown.

"No one else can bring me," I told him, trying to yank my arm away. "You have to watch the girls!"

"Holly, even if you go now I'm sure you won't be able to see your friend until he's stable."

"I don't care!" I responded, my tears starting again. "Lance is like my brother! I'm not going to stay here and wait if he was shot!"

Jeremy stayed quiet for a moment, pursing his lips. I tried to yank myself free again, but found it almost impossible. Jeremy sighed and I scowled at him. He finally let go and I started walking out of the room again.

"Jenna," I heard Jeremy start. "Jenna, I need you to watch Jane for a little bit."

I paused for a moment, turning back to him. Jenna was rubbing her eyes sleepily and looking up at Jeremy.

"Why?" she asked.

"I need to take Holly somewhere quickly," he told her, pulling his keys out of my pocket. "It's very important and I need you to watch Jane for me. I'll be back as soon as possible!"

Jenna nodded, glancing at me momentarily. Jeremy turned and walked past me, dangling his keys in front of me. I followed immediately and we hurried downstairs and outside to the car. I yanked the door open and slid in, Jeremy doing the same. He started the car, and before I even buckled, pulled out into the street.

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"Jeremy," I started, looking out the window into the black. "Jeremy! We're going way too fast!"

"You said you needed to get to the hospital fast!"

My protest died in my mouth when he said that. I glanced out the front, watching the windshield wipers go across the glass in swift motions. A feeling of nausea came over me and I held my seat tightly. I glanced at Jeremy, who was focusing intently on the road. I slightly begged for us not to crash.

The sound of a phone vibrating filled the car and I reached for my pocket to grab mine. When I couldn't feel it I panicked for a moment until I realized I had left it at Jeremy's house. I cursed myself quietly.

"Hello?" I heard Jeremy say and my head snapped to him.

"Jeremy! Get off the phone!" I cried quietly, looking at him in horror. "You're driving!"

He didn't look phased. "Yes, she's right here. Hold on."

I gave him a quizzical look as he held the phone out to me. I grabbed it quickly before he took his eyes off the road. When I noticed it was my phone, my expression became even more confused.

"How did you get this?"

"I grabbed it off the floor before we left," Jeremy told me, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I rolled my eyes, pressing my phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Holly!" Casey nearly screamed into the phone.

"Whoa, Casey. Quiet down."

She started saying something, but I couldn't make out quite what she was saying because she was sobbing to hard. My chest clenched from the sound, but I forced myself not to tear up.

"Casey, calm down," I ordered, swallowing nervously. "What are you saying?"

Casey sniffled and I heard her take a deep breath. "My mom won't let me go to the hospital because it's a school late and it's too late!"

"What?" I cried it outrage. "Lance was flipping shot and she won't let you go!

"No!" Casey responded in the same tone.

"Lance's life is more important than school!" I said angrily, clenching the phone in my head. "Oh my God!"

Suddenly I was thrown forwards and I gasped in surprise, my head hitting the dashboard.

"Sorry," Jeremy muttered and I was suddenly thrown towards the window. "Almost missed the entrance to the hospital."

I rectified myself in my seat, rubbing my head. "Smooth."

"Holly, you have to keep me updated!"

"I will," I told Casey, brushing my bangs out of my face. "But I don't know if I'll have service in the hospital."

"Then come outside and text me every half-hour or so, okay?"

"Okay," I responded, looking out my window at the large building. "We're here, so I'll text you as soon as I find out what's going on."

"Okay."

"Talk to you soon."

I pulled the phone away from my head and flipped it shot, putting it into my back pocket. Jeremy pulled into a parking spot and I quickly flung open my door, jumping out. Immediately, I started towards the hospital doors.

"Holly!" Jeremy shouted after me.

"What?" I called back, turning around.

"I've got to go back to Jenna and Jane, so call me when you want to be picked up. No matter how late, okay?"

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