I hung up with Mark and got back on the phone. I tried to call ma, but she wouldn't answer. I looked through my contacts and clicked on Malcolm's. He answered quickly with a 'hey.'
"Bro, what's wrong with Jessie?" I asked, my hands fidgeting.
"She's in the hospital right now. We don't know what's wrong yet." He answered. I paced around the room, opening up my laptop.
"I'm buying a ticket. I'll be there as soon as I can."
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Help, I'm Terrified
FanfictionHe's alone, crying, starving to death, sick, aching in every part of his body. He ignored the messages on Twitter and the texts and calls from his friends. He finally got the nerve to answer his best friend. "Jack, are you ok?" "I'm not ok, Mark...
