When Delilah asked Amelia what she could do to help, her best friend's answer caught her by surprise. "Please check on Adelisa," Milli had said in a hoarse voice that broke Lila's heart. "Please, run." Lila should not have been surprised at Milli's demand; after all, she was known for caring a lot about others, even before herself sometimes. She had the sweetest, purest heart of everyone that Lila knew. It was painful to watch her be hurt this much.

Lila stood up. "Okay, love. If that's what you want. Please, Milli, don't forget that I love you with all my heart. You're special to me." She kissed Amelia's forehead and hurried back to her suite, but was stopped in her tracks at the sight of Jareth and Hunter in the hallway. 

"What the hell happened to you?" Lila briskly asked Hunter in a tactless manner, raising her eyebrows at him. He looked terrible, all battered, bruised and looking like he'd just gone through hell. She looked at Jar for an explanation of what was going on, but the look on her boyfriend's face told her it was better to not interfere. Then came male shouts from her suite, and Lila ran to it, afraid of what she would find. 

She found Grant visibly frantic, trying to open Adelisa's door. Delilah's blood began to boil, remembering the many times Dela had been reduced to shambles whenever Grant had been a jackass to her over being herself and after their break-up. The guy was as bitter and conceited as they came. Adelisa deserved much better. It was time to give Grant a piece of her mind.

Delilah walked up right to his face and crossed her arms. "Grant Reed, get the hell out of this suite before there's a murder charge under my belt. I swear to God, I'll do it. I'm not afraid of you, so preserve your health and walk away now while I'm still somewhat sane."

She waited until Grant left to knock on Adelisa's door, but soon found out it was in vain. The noise of her knocks wouldn't carry with the music being so loud. But she had to keep trying. "Dela? Dela, it's Lila. Please open the door for me." She then stood directly in front of the door, pressing her ear against it to see if she could hear past the music. No sound coming from Adelisa. Panic rose from Lila's stomach. She looked down, and noticed she was stepping on top of a couple of neatly-folded papers that seemed as if they had been pushed out from under the closed door. On a close inspection, Lila was horrified to find out they were letters; one addressed to everyone. After Lila had read the one with her name, her panic became laced with guilt. What she'd said had been a factor in whatever Dela was planning to do. Lila had to try and prevent whatever that was. 

Delilah pounded her fist on the door, shaking with the blazing terror of losing one of her best friends. She began to shout desperately: "[i]Dela, please don't do this! I'm sorry about what I said earlier! You're not a horrible person, and you should never feel ashamed of yourself! That was the anger speaking. You are so beautiful, love, so unique and special and a joy to be around. I'm proud to call you my best friend, and a sister! I swear it gets better! I beg you, Adelisa, please don't do it![/i]" Lila fell on her knees, put her face in her hands and started to cry.

[i]Why is all of this happening to us?[/i]