At two-eighteen a.m. a frantic pounding on her bedroom door startled Sarah out of a very sound sleep. She opened it to find a hysterical Karli.
“Something’s happened to Jordan,” Karli sobbed. “I need to go.”
Sarah was instantly awake and already reaching for the t-shirt and yoga pants on the top of her dresser.
“Two minutes, and I’ll drive you,” she said, and Karli nodded.
Sarah beat her promise by forty-five seconds, and they locked the front door and headed to Sarah’s car. She made sure Karli was buckled in, then swiftly moved through the parking lot to leave the complex.
“Which hospital?”
“Medical City, off of Matlock.”
“Okay. Breathe, Karli, he’s gonna be all right.”
“I... hope...so...,” Karli managed between huge gulping sobs.
Sarah reached over and held Karli’s hand tightly
