Rick stood in Barbi's living room, Barbi passed out on the couch, Kurt trying to wake her up.
"You're sure it was Layla." Rick tried to get his brother's attention. It wasn't working. "Kurt, she'll be fine. The stuff in her system isn't fatal."
"How do you know?" Kurt's gaze locked on Rick. He was freaking out.
"A few weeks ago we had her blood tested. The stuff wasn't fatal." Rick walked towards his brother and knelt down, making himself eye level. "Are you sure it was Layla who did this?"
"Yes." Kurt sat on the carpet, pulling his knees to his chest. "She was the one who had been drugging Barbi. She's the... Rick, she's the one who tried to kill me."
Rick watched his brother's eyes go wide. The realization that the person who had jammed a knife in his spine had been so close all this time was looking like a little to much for Kurt to take.
Rick helped him to his feet, then walked him into the kitchen. He sat his brother down at the table, and walked over to the giant steel refridgerator. There had to be a beer, something to help Kurt calm down. As he was now, he was going to cause more problems then help.
He found a bottle of wine tucked in the back behind a fuzzy carton of strawberries.
"When was the last time you guys cleaned this thing out?" Rick glanced at his brother, whose eyes had started to glaze over. "Stay with me Kurt."
"What?" Kurt snapped back to reality. "I... I don't know."
Rick poured his brother a glass of wine, and was tempted to pour one for himself, but he knew that he had to keep on his toes. One screw up, and someone else could end up dead.
"Just sit tight. I'm going to call in to my precinct. Let everyone know to keep a look out for Layla." Rick patted Kurt on the shoulder and headed back into the living room.
He hesitated for a moment, looking at Barbi sprawled out on the couch. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed. He hadn't seen that look on her face in a long time. Ever since Eve died she had always seemed tense. Well, wouldn't anyone. A psycho was running around bumping off your nearest and dearest.
What would she do when she found out that the psycho was the nearest and dearest of all, her own sister?
He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. Before he had a chance to dial, his cell went off.
"Hello?" He put the phone to his ear, the reception was funny. "Hold on. Slow down, what are you saying? Whose in a coma?"
He stepped closer to the window, and suddenly the person on the other end was loud and clear.
Derrick Patterson was in a coma.
Rick tried to react, to respond, but the sudden sound of glass breaking in the kitchen snapped his attention back to his brother.
"Kurt?" He rushed towards the kitchen.
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