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hesitated briefly. She knew he did not want to give her the news over the phone while she was driving. Shit, that meant it was bad. She closed her eyes and laid her back on the headrest.
    “Tell me,” she insisted.
    “Just call Dallas honey, he should know by now where they took Jolly.” He replied.
    “Damn it Noah, just fucking tell me!” She yelled into the receiver.
    She heard the man sigh and she was not prepared for what came next. “Calli, Jolly called Steve and told him he was shot and wanted to say goodbye before it was too late.
    He gave him instructions for him to take care of you. We heard the EMTs working on him but it didn"t look good. They did not think he would survive to the hospital.” She heard the words, but refused to believe them.
    “No, not Jolly, he is too strong, they were wrong, besides he would not do that to us. He would not leave me and Steve.” She sobbed and dropped the phone. She heard Noah calling for her but refused to pick the phone up again. She sat in the parking garage crying and falling apart. It barely registered in her brain when she heard a knock on her window. She was startled when she felt the door open and Dallas was crouched next to her.

    “Come on sweetie, let"s go, Steve is in the car. We need to get to the hospital.” He was saying to her.
    “Did he make it?” She cried hoping Noah had been wrong.
    “I don"t know. I just know what hospital they took him to.” Dallas said gently and pulled her from her driver seat and carried her to Steve"s 4 Runner. Steve was in the passenger"s seat staring straight ahead with tears running down his face. It made it more real when she saw his reaction, because Steve would never have been crying if Jolly had been fine. They each had very defined roles in their group. Dallas was the brain, the one they went to if there was problem with finances. Noah was the creative chef. Noah would make wonderful dinners for them all to consume when they got together, he reveled in making them new dishes. Steve was the sports fanatic; he had season tickets to all the sports teams in Colorado and made them all watch ESPN when he was with them. Ginny was the caretaker of the group. Calli was the free spirit, the one who came up with crazy fun ideas for them all to try. Jolly was the rock, the cornerstone, the one who they all leaned on when there was a problem and right now, they had no one to hold them together. She continued to sob as Dallas strapped her into the seat belt and returned to the driver seat.
    In her fog of grief, she heard Dallas speaking into the phone to Ginny. She was his assistant, he was asking her to make the arrangements for Steve and Calli to be booked into a hotel by the hospital. He thought they would need a place to go if things were bad. If Jolly survived, they would want to be close anyway, so it was needed. He asked Ginny to book a suite so any of their friends could come too, should they be needed.
    When he was done, Dallas hung up the phone and called Noah. He filled them in on what he knew and then set the phone down; he could have been in the car alone for all the noise the other two made. They were in shock. He was too, but he knew he needed to strong for his friends right now. He did not know what was going to happen to either one of them if Jolly died.
    Finally, after what seemed like years, they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. He pulled into the emergency entrance. He expected to have to chase after the two, because they would rush into the hospital wanting to hear how Jolly was. Instead, they both sat there looking forward and not saying a word. Dallas took off his seat belt and looked at his friends.
    “Steve, we are here.” He said to the man sitting beside him. He looked over his shoulder at Calli who was still sobbing quietly. She jumped when Steve finally spoke.
    “I know, man. I can"t go in though. They are gonna tell me my best friend is dead. I can"t hear that.” Steve ground