She would have never known that this would happen. The night was so great. Her three beautiful children had left all together with their dates for a wonderful evening. It had gone dramatically wrong. She was told that bullets where flying everywhere and that you must have been lucky to not have been hit. All three of her children had taken a bullet to the body.

Glen, a heroic young boy, took a bullet in the back to save his date. He had done something so selfish that made Paula truly proud of the boy. He was only in the hospital for a week. The bullet had not hit any major organs, and he was a quick healer. This time, though, he stuck through all the pain. In fear that he would get addicted again, he refused any kind of narcotics and pain medication except IB Profin and whatever else the holistic adviser suggested.  Glen had truly matured and changed over the last two months. Either it was helping out at the hospital, helping Spencer, or even Chelsea. He had grown up in a matter of a short time.

Her other two children, her youngest children, had not been so lucky.

Spencer had a bullet hole traveling from her chest, to her heart, and leaving through her back. She had lost so much blood when the ambulance arrived and when she made it into the hospital they had lost her four times. She was in need of an emergency heart transplant or she would have died.

Clay had a bullet traveling from his forehead, through his skull, and lodged into his brain. The whole scene was horrific, like it was out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre or the Hills Have Eyes. He was still breathing when he entered the hospital. It was a combination of Chelsea giving the doomed boy CPR and the paramedics doing the same. He died four minutes entering the hospital.

Clay’s id read donor.

Spencer needed a heart.

Some kid needed a lung.

And millions of other people probably needed something else.

He was a match for Spencer. The same blood type and match.

An emergency heart transplant was made.