Free The Bucket List by Skyla Carter Page A

pass out in front of them and wake up in a hospital.
    "Are you still drunk?" another voice asked.
    The sound of it cut through her like a knife, making her wince. It was unbearable. How the hell was she going to go through the next few weeks like this?
    The doors opened and she stumbled in.
    "Are you all right?"
    Couldn't these people just stop talking? Grabbing on to the railing, she waited what seemed like an eternity for them to follow her in and the doors to close. At this rate, she wouldn't make it to her bed in time.
    "What floor?"
    Oh, God! No, she wouldn't make it. She held on as hard as she could but she knew that wouldn't stop her from hitting the floor. Her head felt like it was exploding into a million little pieces, painfully reforming then exploding all over again. Her ears were ringing and her vision was blurred. She felt the darkness coming, felt the strength leave her body as she started to slide to the floor. She felt strong hands catch her and she looked up to catch a glimpse of rainbow coloured hair.
    "Don't take me to Corey...just let me sleep," she whispered hoarsely just as the darkness came.
    "You heard what she said, man. She obviously doesn't want Corey to see her like this," Nate said as they both looked down at the blonde they had just put down on the bed.
    "She passed out, Nate. We should at least get a doctor or something," Matt argued. "What if she dies on us?"
    "She said to just let her sleep. Obviously this has happened to her before," Nate said.
    "Well, we owe her nothing. Lets just take her to Corey and let him worry about it," Matt said.
    "Tell you what. You go get your stuff, you'll miss your plane. I'll get Corey to sort her out," Nate suggested.
    "I know you, Nate. You won't do it," Matt said. "If I go, the next thing I'll hear is how someone died on your bed and no one knew about it till the next day."
    "Look, I'm calling Corey now," he said as he found his number in his phone book. "Just go catch your plane, I'll sort it."
    "Call him while I'm here."
    Nate rolled his eyes and pushed his phone in his brother's face so he could see him press the call button.
    "Happy?" he asked as he put the phone to his ear.
    Before the phone had a chance to ring, he pressed the end call button.
    "Yeah, hi Corey," he said after a suitable amount of time passed. "We've got an emergency down here, could you come as quick as you can? Matt is freaking out."
    He paused.
    "It's your friend, Rae," he said. "She passed out and we don't know what to do."
    He turned back to his brother as if Steele had just hung up.
    "He's on his way. Now go. You've only just got back, you don't want Vince on your ass so soon."
    "All right, but call me and tell me what happens," Matt said as he gave his brother a quick hug and rushed to the door. "You'll have to take a picture of your sketches and text it to me or something. I'll see you soon."
    "Take care of yourself, Matty."
    When his brother was gone, Nate walked back to his bed. He should have just rang Steele, the last thing he needed right now was drama. Especially if it involved the drugs he had seen her take. He'd caught a glimpse of the label and thought how, not so long ago he'd had a whole carton of those at his disposal. It had nearly cost him his career. He knew why he'd needed such strong painkillers, but why the hell was she taking them? They didn't give those out on prescriptions, he knew that.
    Attentively , he put his fingers on the side of her neck to feel her pulse. She wasn't dying, as Matt had claimed. He pulse was weak but it was there. She had just passed out. It could have been the amount of alcohol she had consumed the night before. It could be the lack of sleep from the activities Kennedy was bragging about to anyone who'd listen. She was a party girl, obviously she didn't look after herself properly. That had to be it. Maybe someone had told her it was cool to do the drugs she did. She certainly looked like she had tried everything decadent and addictive