Sasha ran inside. "Oh, my God, guys... JC, get outside."

"Why?" he asked, taking a sip of his Coke.

"Eryn's been in an accident, you have to help her," Sasha said.

JC put his drink on the counter, and ran outside.

Sasha picked up the phone with trembling hands and dialed 911.

"911," the dispatcher answered.

"Hi, my friend, she was surfing and she got hit in the head, and I don't know exactly what happened, but she is knocked out and please, get here quick," Sasha answered, as calm as she could. She added the address. "Please hurry."

"Okay," the dispatcher said. "There are paramedics on their way."

"Thanks," Sasha said, hanging up.

"Is she going to be okay?" Lance asked Sasha, panic in his eyes.

"I don't know," Sasha answered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Lance hugged her, and they softly cried.

***

Justin ran outside to the edge of the beach. JC was desperately trying to get a pulse on Eryn. Chris was sitting beside her, breathing heavily, holding onto her hand.

"Is she conscious?" Justin asked, falling to his knees beside her.

"Not yet," Chris said.

"Are you okay, Chris?" Justin asked.

"I'll be fine," Chris said.

Sirens sounded in the distance. "I'll go out to the road," Justin said, getting to his feet and running to the front yard.

Seconds later the paramedics, along with Sasha, Lance and Justin, ran out to the beach. They strapped in Eryn and brought Chris along to check him, and Lance, Justin, Sasha, JC and Joey rode in the police car to the hospital.

***A Couple Hours Later***

Chris walked out of the room. "Chris!" Sasha exclaimed, running up to him. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," he said. "Just a little over exerted and stuff. Have you heard anything about Eryn?"

"No," Sasha said. "You?"

"No," Chris shook his head. "How are the others?"

"We're all shaken up," she said. "I need to find the doctor that's helping Eryn."

"He's in there with her," Chris said. "He said that a nurse would be out and tell us what is going on."

"Fine," Sasha said. She sat in a seat in the waiting area next to Joey, and buried her face in her hands. Joey put his arm around her.

"It'll be okay," he whispered, rubbing her back.

***

Justin paced around the room. I can't believe this, he thought to himself. I can't lose Eryn. Not after losing Madeline... I swear, if Eryn wakes up... God... please... let Eryn wake up. Please.

***

Lance sat in the corner and stared blankly out the window. He felt someone sit down beside him.

"Hey," JC said.

"Hey," Lance answered.

"How are you holding up?" JC asked.

Lance turned to him. "What if she dies? What am I going to do?"

"She won't die," JC said.

"You don't know that," Lance said.

"I know," JC admitted. "But she's strong."

"She's also dying," Lance shook his head and walked away.

***

A nurse walked into the room. "Friends and family of Eryn Tucker?"

Sasha walked up. "I'm her best friend, Sasha. I called her parents, but I got the machine and I left a message."

The nurse nodded. "We have news, but immediate family is supposed to hear it first."

"I live with her, we've been best friends forever," Sasha begged. "Please tell me."

"I'm sorry, it's our policy," the nurse said.

"Sasha!" a voice said behind her.

Sasha turned around. "Mrs. Tucker!" She ran over and hugged her.

"How's my baby? I got your message," she said.

"They won't tell me, but they can tell you," Sasha said.

"Mrs. Tucker? The nurse said. "Is your husband here?"

"Yes," she answered. Mr. Tucker walked over from where he was talking with Justin.

"We can see you in here," she said, opening the door to a small office.

The nurse, and Mr. and Mrs. Tucker walked into the small room.

"I have some good news and some bad news," the nurse began.

Mrs. Tucker grasped Eryn's dad's hand. "Okay," she said nervously.

"The bad news is, she is in a coma, and has some minor brain damage. The good news is, she isn't in incredibly bad condition, and her normal chances of waking up, are usually only about 35%, but in Eryn's case, it's up to 65%. Through tests, we figured this out. She can only stay here for a week, since it is such a small hospital, and we are going to bring her to Toronto on a helicopter hooked up to life support at the end of the week."

"Thank you," Mrs. Tucker said. "When can we see her?"

"In about an hour," the nurse answered. "But since she has such a crowd waiting for her, we have to limit visiting to half an hour each, and an hour for family."

Mrs. Tucker stood up. "Thank you," she whispered, and walked out of the room in tears.

End of Chapter Eighty One