Sorry about not updating in a long while guys! And by long while, I mean like... a year. I've been way busy, and I haven't really been feeling the urge to write. I just started college (Eee, exciting!), so I haven't had much time to do anything lately! Buuut, my writing mojo's slowly been returning, so hopefully I'll be able to get some regular installments into this story. Here's the sixth chapter! Hope you enjoy! =)

Ambulance sirens wailed into the night, and flashing lights covered the front of the dorm building as the ambulances pulled up. Keith helped the medical unit strap the unconscious girl into a stretcher and lift her into the ambulance. Moe, Logan, and Wallace were standing near the ambulances, waiting for the other police officers to finish searching the building. Before Logan had reached Moe's room, officers came running up the stairs to find the girl and evacuate the building. Logan was pulled out of the building, and Moe was pushed outside as well a few minutes later. Mercer was sitting on a bench in front of the dorm building, wincing and crying out in pain as a medical officer pulled what looked to be a unicorn horn from his thigh.

"Don't know how you got this in here, son. Do you want to keep it?"

Mercer shook his head, shoving the man's hand away from him. "Just clean up the wound, fast," he commanded through gritted teeth.

Logan had his arms folded tightly against his chest, clenching his teeth to keep himself from yelling at anyone. They still hadn't found Veronica. Mr. Mars looked just as worried as Logan was. Wallace looked pretty calm except for his steady pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. Even Moe looked rather nervous.

A medical officer jumped out of the ambulance that held the unconscious girl and started speaking to Mr. Mars. "She's out cold. It looks like GHB to me, same as all the other victims from this school."

Mr. Mars stiffened and nodded, glancing back at the building behind him. The officers still hadn't come out yet. "Go on and take her to the hospital. We've still got the other ambulance if we find any more girls. Get her taken care of."

The medical officer nodded, climbing back into the ambulance and shutting the door. The sirens started up again and the ambulance pulled out of the parking lot, cars pulling to the sides of the road as it sped down the street towards the hospital.

It was quiet now, save for Mercer's occasional screams as his wound was being cleaned and disinfected. The two remaining ambulances still had the lights on, but the sirens were turned off as soon as they parked in front of the dormitory. Wallace was still pacing, biting his lip nervously. Keith Mars was leaning against one of the ambulances, staring intently at the doors of the building. Logan was stiff as a board, refusing to take his eyes from the front doors. The tension was so thick it was almost tangible.

Just when Logan thought he couldn't stand the waiting any longer, the officers came out of the building. "It's clean," they said, glancing at Mr. Mars. "We didn't find Veronica."

Keith nodded slowly, before responding, "Check the perimeters. She could be outside somewhere." The officers nodded, splitting into two teams to go around the building.

"Logan, Wallace, do you two want to help me search the parking garage?" Keith asked.

The two boys nodded quickly, and headed over to Mr. Mars, making their way – very quickly – over to the right of the dormitory. Mr. Mars handed both Wallace and Logan a flashlight, and they made their way into the parking garage. There were a few lights on, but it was still night, and that made the garage all that more dark and dank.

"I'll take the first floor. Logan and Wallace, you guys take the second and third floors. If any of us finds anything, we'll call, yes?" Keith looked at the two boys, waiting for their nods before walking off, looking under and around the cars on the first floor.

Logan and Wallace took the stairs, Wallace going up further to the third floor and Logan staying on the second. He knew something bad had happened, he just knew it. Veronica not answering her phone, Veronica disappearing with no word, Veronica not even in the building she was supposed to have taken off to… This was bad.

He checked between cars, shining the flashlight underneath each one, taking his time. He couldn't miss anything. He swept the flashlight underneath a car near the middle of the level, and froze. There was something there. "Veronica?" Logan called hesitantly. He knelt down, putting his head to the ground and pointing the flashlight under the car.

His breath hitched. It was Veronica, and she wasn't moving.

He pulled out his cell phone, dialing Mr. Mars' number. "I found her on the second floor. She's under a car, and she's not… she's not moving."

"Okay, stay right there, I'm coming."

"Veronica?" Logan whispered, touching her lightly. Nothing. Logan froze for a moment, dread spreading through him. Was she dead? He reached further under the car, his hand finding Veronica's neck. He pressed two of his fingers slightly underneath her jaw, and waited. Moving his fingers a little bit, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he felt the small beat of her pulse. "Thank God."

"Logan? Where are you?"

"I'm here Mr. Mars!" Logan stood, waving, shining his flashlight over to him. Mr. Mars came running over, kneeling by the car and looking under it.

"She's okay. I mean, she's alive," Logan said, glancing nervously at Mr. Mars, "I didn't move her. I wasn't sure if I should…"

"That's good. The paramedics are coming, and they'll make sure she's okay to move."

The paramedics came quickly, ambulance in tow, Wallace running to the car shortly after. They slowly slid Veronica out from underneath the car, her limbs limp and unresponsive. They determined that nothing was broken. She had no head injuries – no injuries at all that they could see, but for some reason, she was unconscious. Almost comatose.

A man pulled out a small flashlight from his belt, pulling Veronica's eyelid up so her eye was visible. The pupils in her eyes were different sizes and unresponsive to light.

"Is it the campus rapist?" Wallace asked quietly.

"The campus rapist used GHB, and his victims didn't show any signs like this. None of them were brought in while they were unconscious. A small dose of GHB shouldn't leave someone this unresponsive. She might have an overdose, or it could be something else altogether. She's breathing, but not normally. We need to get her to the hospital, right now."

The paramedics lifted her onto a stretcher, strapping her in, lifting her into the ambulance. Mr. Mars offered to drive Wallace and Logan to the hospital, since only one other person could get in the ambulance with Veronica.

Veronica was taken into the ER, her heart rate slowing and her breathing becoming even more irregular. The paramedics were worried. Wallace, Logan, and Keith Mars were instructed to wait in the waiting room by a doctor, telling them that when they had any new information, they would be informed immediately.

Mr. Mars protested at first, but he sank down into a chair – defeated – after getting nowhere.

The waiting was torture. From what they had been told before Veronica was taken into the ER, she was dying. She was dying, and they were told to wait in the waiting room and do nothing. Although, there wasn't much they could do to help in the first place.

Mercer was wheeled in at one point, apparently there to get some stitches. He waved at them, smiling, his face distorting with worry and fear after he received no response. He knew they weren't there for the first girl that was found.

Wallace sat slumped in the chair, his arms folded across his chest, his leg moving up and down nervously. Logan sat leaning forward, his eyes never moving from the door where Veronica disappeared. Mr. Mars, sat with his head in his hands, his eyes closed, his lips mouthing words – possibly prayers.

It seemed like hours before a doctor finally came through that door. When the door opened, Logan jumped up out of his chair, watching as the doctor came towards them. His expression made Logan's breathing quicken. "Is she all right?" Mr. Mars asked, looking up at the doctor.

"She's alive. We were able to stabilize her."

The three of them relaxed immediately, Logan falling back into the chair with relief.

"She's not awake yet. She still has quite a bit of GHB in her system. She almost died from overdose. Overdoses of GHB can leave the user comatose, or even kill them. Do you know how she happened to get access to that drug, and that much of it?"

"It's the campus rapist," Logan said through gritted teeth. "That's what he always uses. GHB. Veronica was chasing a lead she found at a party, trying to find the rapist herself. My guess is she found exactly what she was looking for, and he tried to make sure she couldn't tell anyone."

The doctor's eyes widened, and he looked at Mr. Mars for confirmation.

"I knew nothing of her investigation, but from what these two say, that's what she had been doing for a while now. I know that she'd never do this herself. Never."

"Well, if that's the case, then we need to call the Sheriff. These kinds of things are police jurisdiction."

Mr. Mars nodded, standing from his chair. "Can we see her?"

"She's in room 212. Like I said, she's not awake. We're not sure yet when she'll wake up, but we're working on flushing the rest of the drug out of her system. A nurse will already be in there, setting her up. There'll be some paperwork for you to fill out, Mr. Mars."

Keith nodded. "I understand. Let me see my daughter first, and then I'll take care of it."

Wow, it's definitely been a long time for this story. Hope you guys like it! Let me know with your reviews! =)