I pulled my cell out of my pocket and called 911. After ten minutes of being on the phone I knew that they were on their way and ust gently rockedd Brooke in my arms, "Ah, Brooke I wish you could tell me what's wrong." I said worridly as someone knocked on my door...<br/><br/>Three hours later I was sitting next to Brooke's hospital bed with her hand in mine. My mom had gotten home and nearly flipped when she saw how pale Brooke had gotten and even I was early freaking out when her breathing started getting shallow. I sighed rubbing my eyes tiredly with the hand that wasn't in Brooke's hand. She had not woken up but the doctor had said she had had a bad reaction to her medication. That pissed mee off some since they were supposed to be helping her and here she was back in the hospital. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes just to rest them for a moment.<br/><br/>I was missing the end of my English class but there was nothing I could do. i would just get john; a guy in my class; to let me copy his notes.