Brooke didn't know which came first, her reaching for her phone, or losing the strength in her knee and falling miserably to the ground.
All she did remember, was calling for an ambulance and staying next to Gilbert, crying next to his barely moving body.
In minutes, the paramedics arrived at the scene, Gilbert was taken away on a stretcher. Brooke tried to go after him, but she was quickly apprehended by the police men who had arrived out of nowhere.
"Let me go! What are you doing? Where are you taking me?!" Brooke raised her voice, as the police men dragged her over to an awaiting car, her hands cuffed tightly.
"You're coming back to the station with us for questioning!" An officer told her, pushing her towards the car.
Looking over her shoulder, she watched as the officers took her belongings and slid them into bags. "Hey! Leave my things alone! You can't do this to me!"
