Desmond's Story

Lexia:
As if on cue, right as Lexia was about to talk, she felt it coming. Leaning forward, she emptied her stomach into the bin and now she had begun to dry heave into the bin again. Dalton was driving but turned his head to see, "Lex?" He gave a thumbs up to him.

Caspen:
Driving quickly down the high ways, but trying not to drive too crazily, Caspen did his best to keep everything good for him sister, who was now out cold on the chair in the back. She didn't look great, but not too bad. Ever since he had been young, Caspen had been able to tell how bad off people were. Which reminded him about his sister. He looked over at Peyton and bit his lip.
Finally, they arrived at the hospital and Caspen was relieved. "Peyton, do you mind taking the bin in? and dalton get the bag? She's out and I don't want to wake her." No matter how many times Caspen lifted up the sick child, he was always surprised by how little she weighed. It had gotten worse sine the last time they were here. He carried the limp girl into the hospital, setting her down in a wheel chair as she woke up groggily. Caspen kissed her on the cheek and was called to do paper work for her.

Lexia:
When she woke, there were doctors all around her, and Lexia tried to find her siblings, but she was so groggy, and her eyes hurt to move.

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Lexia:
Smiling at the familiar face, Lexia rubbed her eyes and looked around. The people around here knew her, so it wouldn't take long for her chemo stuff to get set up. She sighed as they called her name and the doctors took her and dalton back with them, for some reason Caspen wanted Peyton to stay back with him. Probably the same reason she was acting so weird earlier.

Caspen:
Once Lexia and Dalton were gone, caspen pulled Peyton to the side, in a lone hallway and looked at her. He was known to have speeches, but he didn't want that now. "Peyton... look, you've been getting sick a lot, and acting... off, to say the least. Don't make me have to guess what it is... If it's what I think it is, then you need to tell someone, that's important...' Taking a breath and changing his tone, he bit his lip, "You know I'll always be here for you, Peyton, I'm your brother, you can tell me anything."

Damian:
Pulling out his cell after a few cigarettes, Damian texted Peyton, "Where u at? " He sighed as one of the guys passed him the beer. there were 5 guys in the room and six girls, a couple of them were strippers, but he wasn't sure about the rest. He chuckled and drank the beer quickly.