Tara Miller was laying on her bed, reading a book, when the phone rang. She looked at her clock. It read 12:34. "Who could be calling at this hour?" she asked outloud.
"Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Tara?" a sobby voice asked from the other line.
"Sophia, is that you?" Tara asked, concerned.
"Yeah."
"What's wrong?"
"Taylor...was in...was in..an accident." Sophia stuttered.
"Oh my god! Is he okay?" Tara asked in a horrified voice.
"No...he's not." Sophia said quietly.
"What happened to him?" Tara asked, hoping he was gonna be okay.
"He was riding his motorcycle and was hit head-on by a car." Sophia said, sobbing.
"Are you at St. John's?" Tara asked, putting on some jeans and a tee shirt.
"Yeah...in the ER." Sophia answered.
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes." Tara said, grabbing some shoes.
"Okay, thanks." Sophia said quietly.
That was one of the things she loved best about Tara; she could always count on her to be there for her.
Tara got in her car and headed for St. John's Medical Center.
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