------------ I can't believe she's here. SHE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE PHOTOGRAPHY!! Ugh.... Oh well.... James is going to be waiting for me. "I have to go. Bye.", I cheered, as I plastered a fake smile on my face. She gave me a disgusted look and waved. I skipped to the hotel, my black hair bouncing behind me. I kept getting weird looks from the people on the street. I didn't care. I just wanted to do what I loved. I was skipping along when I saw a huge fountain. "Whoa...", I whispered as reached into my bag. I pulled out my camera and took a few steps back. I was about to take the picture, when I tripped over someones foot. I yelped as I hit the cement ground. I felt the back of my head. It was bleeding like hell. I winced as I ran my finger across the cut. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry Ms.!", I heard a young boy scream. "Don't worry about it, Hun.", I moaned. The young boy extended a hand and I grasped it. He pulled me up, and his older brother came up behind him. Well, I assumed it was his older brother, because he was like a big version of the boy. "Todd! What did I tell you about running around like that!?", the older one yelled. He had a smexy British accent. () "It's okay. Really, it is. Its not like he intentionally tried to trip me, right?", I responded, with a fake smile. "We have to get you to the hospital.", the older boy said. I nodded. I looked over and saw the young boy in tears. I walked over to comfort him. He only came up to my waist, so I had to bend down. "Hey, sweetie. It's all okay. I'll be better.", I whispered to him. He looked over at me and I wiped the tears from his eyes. "Really ma'am?", he asked. "Yes really.", I replied. He smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but the ambulance pulled up. I got into the back of the ambulance and I saw the young boy and the older boy get in. I smiled and I felt drips off blood drip down my neck. My head stung and I winced. I gasped and reached down and felt my camera. It was still around my neck, but it had a crack on the side. Fûck. I pulled out my phone and looked at the time. It's been 4 hours. James must be worried. I reached into my bag and pulled out the hotels lobby number. I dialed it and it started to ring. "London Hotel, how may I help you?", answered a cheery woman with a very thick British accent. "Hello. May I speak with James Crutchfield? Tell him Rachel is calling.", I replied. I felt another drop of blood on my neck. "Sure thing, Hon!!", she said. I heard a click and I waited. Then I heard him pick up. "RACHEL! Where have you been? I've been worried sick.", he yelled. "I was taking a picture of the fountain, when I tripped. I hit my head on the cement, and I'm on my way to the hospital.", I responded. I heard him take in a breath. I'll meet you there.", he sighed. "Bye.", I whispered. I hung up and the ambulance stopped. The paramedics opened the back and they lifted me out. They walked me into the hospital. I felt dizzy, but I wasn't gonna pass out. Not here. Not in front of this little boy. They took me into a room and a nurse came in and helped me into a gown. She laid me down and the two boys came in. "I truly am sorry Miss.", the boy said. "It's okay. Now I need to know your names... Well I know you're Todd,", I said looking at the younger one, "but who are you?", I asked the older one. "Ryan.", he mumbled. "Ni-Nice... To mee-", I managed to stutter. I felt blood leaking on my neck. I couldn't fight anymore. The last thing I saw, was horror on Todd's face. Then...... I passed out.