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    strong enough to break part 8- finale

    “We’re gonna be okay,” she whispered in the unconscious girl’s ear.

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    Two cars pulled up to the emergency entrance to the hospital and emptied just as fast. Seven pairs of legs ran through the sliding doors and crashed into each other as the lead pair stopped suddenly.

    “Ohmigod,” Bette whispered at the sight of Evan on a gurney.

    “I want every inch of her body x-rayed,” a short older gentleman ordered.

    “Wait! Where are u taking her?” Alice yelled out causing all eyes surrounding walking out of the spacious room to look at her.

    “And who might you be?” the same short man asked.

    “Family. Theses are her mothers,” Alice introduced.

    “Mothers?”

    “How is she?” Tina asked finding her voice.

    “Mother?” the man stated more than asked not quite believing it.

    “Yes, I’m her mother. Tina Kennard-Porter.”

    “Yeah, okay… and who is your partner?”

    “Bette Porter-Kennard. Please, just tell us how our daughter is,” Tina said losing her patience with the doctor.

    He eyed the group of women identifying each one as the stereotypes ran through his brain. Lesbians.

    “Are u gonna tell us how their daughter is or am I gonna have to smack that look of disdain off your face?” Shane asked stepping in front of the group looking down at the man who called himself a doctor.

    “I would hate to have to unleash her, Doc,” Alice said holding onto Shane’s wrist.

    Clearing his throat, the man began to talk.

    “Evan, your daughter, is a little dehydrated. She’s running a slight fever. But appears to be fine. The nurses are taking up to x-ray. The other survivor, a young woman, said that your daughter complained about pain in her side. I want to rule out any fractures or broken bones.”

    “Young woman?” Bette finally spoke.

    “Yes, Sabrina Dumar. It seems your daughter is alive because of the med-student.”

    “Can we see her?” Bette asked.

    All the women drew closer to Bette giving intimidating looks at the short man.

    “Right this way.”

    Through a maze of people and patients, the doctor lead them to a room. Inside the room, a young girl lay in bed talking to a law enforcement officer.

    “Excuse me, ladies but you can’t be in here.”

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