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"Brooke?"

I looked at the dashboard and nodded. Then I

went to the seat and started the engine.

Meanwhile, Crystal began pumping the man's

chest, counting up to fifteen and then blowing in two

more breaths before pumping again.

The older girl cried harder. Butterfly went to

her and tried to console her while the woman went to

her younger daughter, who looked like she was in

shock. Raven joined her and they all watched Crystal

work.

"I have no idea where I'm going," I muttered. I

drove until I saw a convenience store on a corner and

pulled up. "I'll find out where the closest hospital is," I

told them and ran out. There was only one customer in

the store and a short, gray- haired man with a dark

mustache at the counter. "We need a hospital

quickly," I cried.

"Hospital. Go down here two miles, make a

left, go five and when you come to the light, make a

right. About a mile in you'll start to see the signs.

What's wrong?" he asked.

"Heart attack," I said and charged out and into the vehicle. It wasn't hard to drive, but I hadn't taken the time to adjust the seat and my feet barely reached

he brakes. I tried fixing it as I drove off.

"How's he doing?" I asked.

"I think there's a pulse, but it's very weak,"

Crystal said. "Is it far?"

"No."

It was more difficult steering this vehicle than

the station wagon, and I almost missed the turn because I was going too fast. The tires squealed. My