<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea rolled her eyes when Carlos stated she might have a heart attack about the news reports, but otherwise said nothing as she looked through her own phone. She did have Mary-Ann's number and gave a triumphant half-grin. She waited until Carlos got off the phone, but just as she was about to say something--he got back on the phone. She sagged, giving a pout but perked up when she heard that he was on the phone with someone to protect their homes.<br/><br/>When Carlos was finally call free, Lea spoke up,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I still have her number. When do you think we should call her? Now or after the DA shows up?"</span>Lea was sifting through her belongings to make sure everything was there and gave a relieved sigh when everything was accounted for.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Hey...Carlos, did Ralph ever say why he did it?" </span>she asked suddenly as she looked up from the box. Carlos wasn't given the chance to answer as a doctor poked his head in,<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Mr. Delgado? Miss Alvarez is out of surgery now." </span></span>The doctor seemed like he was there more because Carlos likely asked for updates. He did not divulge much else on Maria's condition. If she was out of surgery, then she at least had made it through that much. Still, Lea recalled Carlos saying it would still be a few days before Maria was truly declared safe.<br/><br/>Lea was surprised at how quickly Maria's surgery had gone, but noticed that the sky had an orangish-pink hue to it. It was morning already. She looked down at her phone, noting that the time said it was around 7:15 a.m. It seemed Maria had been in surgery since they were brought in around 10 p.m. the night before. Lea looked up at Carlos then, realizing he likely hadn't slept at all and she frowned.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Carlos, when is the last time you slept or ate?"</span>she asked gently, scooting over on her bed some as she let the rail down on the side. She patted the empty space, inviting Carlos to sit or lay by her.<br/><br/>Her phone vibrated and she looked down to see she had a text. It was from the guy she was supposed to bring the pills to, though he used a different number every time to contact her.<span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-style: italic">'Saw your face on the news. We'll be in touch. Don't go leaving town, Jazz...'</span></span>Lea's eyes cut up to look at Carlos and she shut her phone as if it were nothing. It didn't seem like a threat, however it didn't seem like a good thing either. It didn't matter at the moment though. The man would get in touch with her when necessary, right now though she was okay. She would be surrounded by far too many reporters and police too often for the guys to even try and make a move on her any time soon, and she doubted they wanted to make a move at all if it meant getting caught.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Come on Carlos, you need to rest just like me..."</span>Lea said softly, attempting her best puppy-eyed look--though she was sure she looked more ridiculous than anything.