Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy)

came here. They said something about her going into cardiac arrest, and they rushed her away to surgery. They've been back there for about two hours now.”
    “Cardiac arrest... That is like a huge deal, Stephan.” Panicking, I run my fingers through my hair, and pace back and forth. “I have to call her parents.”
    “I will,” he says.
    I give him my phone while he calls them, and I pace back and forth in the waiting room. I can't sit down. I'm far too anxious.
    She can't die. She can't. I just found her.
    “I feel so helpless,” I tell Stephan as he get's off the phone. “What am I supposed to do? I can't just wait here.”
    “You could pray,” he suggests. “There is a chapel on the third floor.”
    I am so shocked by his suggestion that I almost laugh. “I haven't been to church since I was 12. I don't even know how to pray.”
    “I'll go with you,” he says. “Praying is easy. You just talk to God, kind of like you're talking to me.”
    “Does he... reply?”
    Stephan laughs. “Come on.”
    Stephan and I take the elevator to the third floor, and we go inside the chapel. It's empty. Stephan takes a seat towards the back, and I walk towards the front. I'm still unsure what to do.
    “Hey, God,” I start out. “I'm not sure if you're there, or if you even want to listen to me. I kind of feel selfish for coming to you like this, I mean, considering I've never talked to you before. But I need your help.
    “My sister, Bridgett, just recently came into my life. But she's sick, and I don't know if she's going to live.” Tears start running down my face as I say the words. “Please, don't let her die. I need her.”
    I wait, and listen for a reply, but I don't hear anything. There is no lightning coming down, and I'm wondering if I did it right or not.
    Stephan comes up behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder. “He heard you, Scar, don't worry. Bridgett is going to be fine.”
    I nod, hoping that he is right.
     
    5:38 pm
    Out of surgery
     
    A couple hours later, Bridgett finally comes out of surgery. Her doctor comes out to talk to Stephan and me. Bridgett's family had a long drive, so they still had a few hours before they would be here.
    “Your sister is going to be all right,” is the first thing he tells me, and I sigh of relief. “But she has a long road of recovery ahead of her.”
    I nod, letting happy tears run down my face. “What happened?”
    “Her eating disorder caused her cardiac arrest,” he explains. “She is very lucky that she survived this. If she wasn't so young, and if her heart wasn't as strong as it was, she wouldn't have.”
    I wiped away my tears. “But she stopped. We went and saw a therapist, and she hasn't made herself throw up in a week.”
    “It doesn't matter,” he explains. “The damage was already done.”
    “When can I see her?”
    “You can see her now, but she is out of it.”
    Stephan and I follow the doctor down a long hallway to Bridgett's room. She's inside a room with a couple other people.
    “Can we move her to her own room?” I ask the doctor.
    He looks at me. “Where are her parents? Private rooms are expensive.”
    He doesn't recognize me. “Maybe you don't know me, but I'm Scarlett Ryan. Money is no issue for me. I will be the one paying the bill.”
    He nods, and a look of recognition comes over his face. “My daughter loves your music... Give me a few minutes and they will have a room ready for Bridgett.”
    “Thank you,” I say, and then walk inside the curtain, followed by Stephan.
    Bridgett is hooked up to a bunch of machines, and she has IV's stuck in her arm. She's asleep, and laying there, she looks so small. She shouldn't be here.
    I walk up her her, and hold her hand. I'm not sure what I am supposed to do, so I decide to just be here for her... And for me.
    It is in that moment I realize just how much I love Bridgett. I may have only known her a few weeks, but the bond that we share is so strong. If anything happened to her, I don't know how I would survive. I need her, and right now, she needs me.
     
    10:41 pm
    Crazy can be fun.
     
    Later that night, Bridgett's family gets to the hospital. They immediately go in to see her, so Stephan and I wait in the waiting room. They stay back there for about 30 minutes, and when they come out to where we are sitting. Her mom, Mary, has tears in her eyes, but when she sees me, her expression changes. She looks furious .
    “You,” she glares at me. “You LET this happen! If