She lockedeyes briefly with Veronica as a wicked smile appeared on her lips. Thegirl stood up as the jeep eased past, grabbed both of her rather ample...reasts, and yelled, "nice ass sugar-tits!". In the front, the young mandriving laughed so hard he nearly stalled the vehicle. The girl in thepassenger seat, not wanting to feel left out, stood as the Jeep resumed,also grabbing her generous bosom and yelling, "I want to motorboat themboobies!".Veronica didn't know if the girls, both clearly drunk,. ”“What’s wrong with her?” I asked.Doctor Pawlensky smiled and replied, “That’s what the tests will tell us.”The next few hours were a lot of hurry-up-and-wait. Both Kelly’s mother and mine called me to ask what was happening, which I couldn’t really explain. We just promised to call as soon as we knew something. It was mid-afternoon before we got the results. Doctor Pawlensky gave Kelly a shot of Toradol, which she explained was a non-opiate painkiller. Kelly began feeling better almost. It wasn’t just a small amount of spotting, which my first wife had a bit of when she was pregnant with Michael. This was a serious amount of blood and it was scaring the hell out of me. I scooped Dakota up and made my way to the garage with Jill and Tina following right behind me. Jill opened her BMW and I put Dakota in the front seat. I got into the back and Tina joined us. Jill opened the garage and dialed up Dr. Ronda. “Hello Jill, what’s going on? It’s not like you to call me,” Ronda said. You really hit it. There’s quite a bit of blood. Take the rest of the afternoon off and see someone about this. We’ll handle the rest of the visitors." “Are you sure?” I replied. “Yeah,” he said. The other chorused in, “We’ll be fine. Get that looked at." Frank continued, “I’ll give you a call later this evening to see how you are. Now get going.” I kept my left arm folded in front of me to keep my jacket closed and let Neil take my right arm. “What hospital do you want to go to?” he asked.