As I was bringing both of the sexy men with me into the bathroom, I heard my phone ringing. I had brought it with me when I came to Brian's bedroom, because who knows what the others would do if they saw it just laying around, vulnerable.

I let the guys go, and rushed to grab my phone. As I picked it up, I noticed the number wasn't one that I recognized, but I answered, anyway, because something was telling me that it was important.

"Hello?" I answered, as I clicked the button.

"May I speak with Miss Bradley Cross, please?" A voice asked, from the other line.

"This is her."

"Hello, Bradley. This is Dr. Cowan, from Fairview Southdale Hospital. I'm sorry to bother you, but I have your parents here. They were in a terrible accident, and are in critical condition as we speak. We are doing the best we can to keep them with us, and do what we can do for them, but there is no telling if our procedures will work. If you are able, you may want to come see them very soon, we don't know how much longer they will be with us."

"What?" I asked, feeling the tears welling in my eyes, as I fell to my knees. Both Brian and Matt came rushing to my side.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Cross. We are doing everything we can for them."

"I'll be there as soon as I can." I managed to get out, before hanging up the phone, and letting the tears fall freely, the sobs racking my body, as I sat there.

"Bradley, what's wrong?" Matt was the first to speak. Both him and Brian looked terribly concerned. I couldn't speak. "Brian, put some clothes on, and go get Sam, maybe she'll speak to him." Brian threw his clothes on, and rushed out of the room, as Matt wrapped his strong arms around me, trying his best to console me. "Bradley, you can talk to me... Please" He pleaded, "talk to me."

Sam, along with Brian, Zacky, Jimmy, and Johnny, rushed in the room, coming over to me immediately. "Baby, what's wrong?" Sam questioned. Matt backed off, as Sam wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to a standing position, letting me cry into his chest.

"Sam..." I cried. "They... They're dying." I managed to get out, between sobs.

"Who, honey? Who's dying?"

"Mom and dad."

"Oh, sweetie." Sam didn't bother to question me anymore, he knew I probably wouldn't be able to get anymore out. He silently led me out of the room, the rest of the guys following close behind, concern etched over their faces. "Guys, if you're going with us, you may want to pack some clothes, we are going back to Bloomington."

The guys rushed into their parts of the house, and frantically got things together, as Sam led me to my room. He sat me down on the bed, as he put some belongings in a bag for me, for the trip that lay ahead. He then took me and the packed bag to his room, where he got some things together, before taking me downstairs, with our luggage, to meet the waiting guys. They all had bags packed, and were ready to go.

"Okay, who's driving?" Sam asked.

"I'll drive." Jimmy offered.

"Okay." We all rushed out to the car, throwing bags in the back, and piling in, as Jimmy peeled out of the drive. All the while, I was still crying, praying to God that he would keep my parents alive, so I could have the chance to tell them how much I loved them, before he decided to take them, if he did.