Jonathan

"Ciara..hello, Ciara!" I yelled at the receiver but her line had gone dead. "Shit!"

This couldn't be happening. Dear lord, I hope she was alright. What was that collision I'd heard earlier?.

Racking my hands through my hair, I dialed her number yet again. "Please pick up, Ciara"

The line was answered "Hello?"

That voice. It wasn't hers. "Isn't this Ciara's phone?"

"Oh, Miss Ciara. Yes this is her phone" The feminine voice replied. "Miss Ciara had just been admitted into ...