Arlene "Fuck, Tori." Arlene allowed the girl to grip her a little tighter and walked briskly to the door of the hospital. "I'm getting you to the hospital. I'm getting you to the hospital, and I'm gonna make sure your parents know where you are--then I'll go home." Arlene led her through the hospital door and called over a doctor. "Doctor! Doctor! My friend, she was at a party, and I think she took something. She keeps saying her head hurts and, and -- just; please take her." Arlene pleaded. This was genuine concern.

Tori The brunette had no idea why she was fighting Arlene's help so hard, she was scared. Scared that actually allowing the other girl to help her would somehow bite her in the ass. "My parents aren't even in phone range.." she forced through a dry throat. "They just will call my emergency contact, no big deal" As the doctor came over, instantly forcing her to sit down, Tori let go of Arlene, trying her hardest to think of answers to the fast paced questions being asked.