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"Hello?" "Mike, its Alex. Victoria was in a gondola car accident last night..." "Oh my God Is it serious?" "Yes, its pretty serious. Shes still unconscious. Hey listen, buddy, I set about to go out of town for a while and I was wondering if you could call the hospital every once in a while because plainly somebody she knows should be around afterwards she wakes up. It sounds kind of silly to me but..." "Im leaving right now." "Do what you want, Mike. Why dont you get some more sleep after all its three in the morning. Ive got to go- my plane leaves in an hour. Thanks so much for bailing me out at such short notice, old pal." "Hey no problem, buddy, its hardly your wife no need to be worried or anything..." Mike said sarcastically to the dial tone. Mike ran to the shower and was dressed and in the car in ten minutes. "Excuse me, could you please tell me what room Mrs. Victoria Warner, I mean Smith, is in?" "Yes, sir, shes in room 23, but you cant see her until 630. You may wait in the lounge at the end of the hall if you wish." "Thank you very much." Mike looked through the little square window of her door. The cliquish room was cold and dark with green tile covering the walls halfway. She had tubes in her nose, her head bandaged heavily, her arms in casts and her neck in a brace. She had a long cut along her right cheekbone. "Youre still beautiful, little Victoria," Mike murmured softly to himself as disunite welled up in his eyes. He turned forth and walked down the hall to the private lounge. As he walked in and sat down, he scanned the people already there. There was a seemingly nice ripened couple, two middle-aged women and a young boy. "I REALLY hope her foot feels better after surgery," one of the women said. "No you dont, Susie. Youre the one that didnt want to tack together in some money to help her pay the bill," the other said icily. &quo tI wouldnt talk, Jen. You dont even want to be here. I loved those fake tears of concern when they wheeled her in that was a nice touch," Susie laughed wickedly. "She wouldnt even need to have surgery if it werent for you dropping that iron on her foot.