Virgil and I were sitting in his living room playing the Nintendo system playing none other than Mario kart. Needless to say, He was kicking my ass. His brothers were behind us cheering and shouting and just being their obnoxious selves. Gordon and John were shouting at Virgil telling him that it was wrong to beat a girl and things like that. Scott and Allen were yelling at me for letting Virgil beat me. Of course, we all knew that I could easily beat him, and have many a time before, but I felt bad for winning almost every single race we had and decided to give him a break for once.

"What's wrong cupcake?" Virgil asked over his brothers, "Finally getting too old to beat the man?"

"Exactly that." I shouted back at him.

"Come on Nat," Scott yelled, "Kick his sorry ass, don't let him win."

Just as balloons and confetti started to fall on his side of the screen, Mr. Tracy, their father, walked into the living room yelling at us all to quiet down while carrying a large bowl of popcorn. "Now, what movie is it going to be tonight?"

It was Friday night at the Tracy house and tradition was Mario kart, then a movie, then Virgil walked me home, A.K.A. across the street and three houses down.

In case you weren't picking up the hints, Virgil and I are dating, have been since the sixth grade, we are now in our junior year of high school and happier than ever. Yes, we have our fights, but we have only once ever broken up because of a fight, and even then, it only lasted 23 minutes. Both of our families are convinced that after college, we are going to get married, have kids, and live happily ever after in a house down the street. And to be honest, I really wouldn't mind that.

We all gathered in various spots in the living room. Virgil and I were cuddling on one end of the couch while Mr. Tracy A.K.A. Jeff, was sitting on the other end with Allen sitting in the middle. John was sitting in front of the coffee table, Gordon occupied the love seat, and Scott was sitting in the leather chair adjacent to Virgil and I. The movie was the third installment of the Star Wars Saga, Episode six, Return of The Jedi.

About half way through the movie, Gordon left the room, nothing unusual, I mean people do have to go to the bathroom sometime, but after about ten minutes, we started to get worried. Being the youngest, we sent Allen to go check on him, but when we heard him scream, nothing good came to mind. Somehow, Gordon had passed out on his way to the bathroom and wasn't waking up.

30 minutes later, we were all sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, fidgeting and squirming in our seats, praying that nothing bad happened. When the doctor came out, we all stood up and rushed towards him all asking questions at the same time, and very loudly might I add.

"Please," The doctor shouted over us, or tried to at least, "You need to quiet down and back up."

Almost immediately, we all shut up and let the doctor talk, but in no way did any of us back up. The doctor sighed and started to lead us to the elevator to get to Gordon's room. "Gordon seems to be doing well, we have treated him the best we could so far, but unfortunately, until he wakes up, there is nothing more that we can do." The elevator doors opened to the fifth floor and the doctor led us down the hallway and stopped at a closed door with the number 537 posted on a plate next to it.

When Mr. Tracy opened the door to Gordon's room, I swear I thought that he was going to pass out. Gordon was laying on the hospital bed with a tube going into his mouth, needles in his arms, and the pulse oximeter on his left pointer finger.

The looks on the guy's faces were enough to tell me that I didn't need to be there to crowd them. Virgil hadn't let go of my hand since we found Gordon so it was easy for me to pull him aside in the hallway. "Virg, I'm gonna call my sister to pick me up, okay?"

"You don't have to go right now, we-"

"It's getting late, and I have to babysit my cousin tomorrow morning, besides, I should leave you alone for now, it looks like your dad could use it."

"I'm waiting with you until she gets here."

"No, you need be in there, family time."

The look on his face was everything but cooperative and I knew that I was getting nowhere fast. I sighed, frustrated with Virgil and gave in to his stern look. "Fine."

Virgil turned towards Gordon's room and motioned to his dad that he was going to wait with me downstairs. It took all of 30 seconds for us to get lost. Apparently we took the wrong elevator and ended up in the south side of the hospital and had to walk around the building to get to where we came in. when we got to the front, we saw my sister driving up to us. "I'll call you tomorrow afternoon." Virgil said while hugging me, "and I'll give you a full update."

"Talk to you then."

"Love you."

"I love you too."

We kissed and he opened the car door for me and waited for me to leave sight before he walked back inside. Not much later, I got a text from him asking me what elevator to take, just to mock me. We texted until I got home and it was almost ten by then. My phone beeped just as I was about to turn off the light above my bed.

-Sleep tight, Nat. –

-Night- I responded and put my phone on vibrate.

"Hopefully tomorrow will me a better day" I said after turning off my light and laying down.