For Real or For Publicity?

Chapter Seventeen

Abigail Rosemary Murphy
Ring! Ring! I heard the phone ring.
  I forced myself to get up from the comfy pillow and looked at the small screen on the phone.
  Murphy Hospital: Dr. Raymond, Family Doctor , it read. I frowned in confusion. Mum and Dad were perfectly fine and so is Brandon. Maybe it was for Nun's monthly checkup.
  I picked up the phone. "Hello?" I asked, trying my best to sound awake.
  "Miss Abigail, may I suggest you quickly come to the hospital. Your brother is in a serious condition," Dr Raymond informed me in a serious voice.
  My eyes widened. "O-of course!"
  I quickly burst open the door to the guest room where Joanne was already putting on her sneakers. She glanced at me worriedly. "What's up? You look. . . Panicked."
  "I am panicked. Quickly, let's get to the hospital. There's no time!" I rushed, grabbing my coat and keys and money and stashing them into the pocket of my jeans.
  She must have sensed that I was panicking, so she just nodded and followed me quietly.

Joanne Belle Kameron
Not wanting Abigail to worry about me, I just kept quiet and followed her into the car.