+chapter.eight+

Carol paced the waiting room while John sat, biting his nails.

After about forty-five minutes, Noelle's doctor, Dr. Greene, came out.

"How's Noelle?" Carol asked. "How's my baby? What was wrong?"

"Well, it seemed that Noelle was poisoned. We had her stomach pumped and now she's resting. She will have to stay a few days so that we can give her the proper medications," Dr. Greene informed the two worried parents.

"Poisoned?" John asked, narrowing his eyes questioningly.

"That's right Mr. Adams. Do you know of anyone who might have wanted to do that to your daughter?"

"No," John replied. Carol shook her head, thinking.

"Well, we've sedated your daughter and she will definitely not be up for another eight to nine hours. I suggest you go home and try to get some rest," Dr. Greene spoke.

"Very well," Carol sighed and took John's hand. The two walked out teary eyed. Why did someone do this to sweet Noelle? Noelle had no enemies. She disliked certain people, but she tolerated them and was kind to them. The car ride home was a silent one.

When John and Carol arrived home, it was two in the morning. "Hon, I'm going to try to get some sleep. I suggest you do the same," John said.

"Okay," Carol said. "I'm just going to watch TV for a bit. Try to get my mind off things."

"Alright. Don't stay up to long. We may have to call a few of Noelle's friends and tell them she's in the hospital," John replied.

"Okay," Carol nodded.

John walked over and kissed his wife on the forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too, Baby," Carol whispered.

John left the room and Carol laid down on the couch. She didn't bother turning the TV on. She just wanted to sort things out. She was so tired though. She fell asleep ten minutes after lying down. From exhaustion that is.

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Collette was still up. She wasn't thinking of Taylor though. She had this horrible gut feeling that something was wrong. Something was very wrong. She didn't know what or with whom, but something was happening. She could feel it.

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Felicity had the same horrible gut feeling that something was wrong. 'Nothing's wrong, Lic. You're just still kind of shocked about meeting Zac and dancing with him. That's all,' she thought, trying to convince herself. She wasn't doing such a great job of that though.

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Everyone was asleep in the Hanson house. Everyone except Isaac that is. He, too, had a horrible dreadful feeling that something was extremely wrong. 'I hope Noe is okay. She was really sick when I left her…' Ike looked at the clock. 'Two thirty-three,' he thought. 'Too late to call. I might as well get some rest and call her to see how she's doing tomorrow.' Ike laid back and tried to fall asleep.