Yeah this one is bad...

Olivia’s phone rang, and she picked it up. “Hello?” she answered, half asleep.
    “Olivia?” Peter worriedly said. “I think bạn should come to my hotel. Charlie was just shot right outside of the doors,” Olivia closed the phone, in a daze. She got dressed hurriedly and quickly drove to the hotel, avoiding all speed signs and stop lights. She got to the hotel and walked quickly inside. She saw Peter, and she ran into his open arms. They hugged for what seemed like forever, and then they pulled apart.
    “I’m...