september | 6 | tuesday |
school was the same today, boring as ever, and our little hanna-kins is still in the hospital - but she just woke up. after rosewood day is out of session, head to the hospital to see hanna as she comes out of her coma for the first time!
"Where is Aria?" Emily whispered urgently in my ear.
I shuddered as her hot breath hit my neck. I turned and looked at her. "I don't know, I sent her a text but she didn't respond." I informed Emily a bit annoyed. Since I had received the news about Hanna waking up, I had wanted nothing but to get the four of us together again to discuss what had happened the night of her accident.
I suddenly lurched forward and dropped my handbag. I whipped around to watch doctors push a patient through the throngs of news anchors, Rosewood Day students, and other general fame seekers that had crowded the waiting room. People were spilling into the hallways and as doctors tried to tend to their duties, people began the shoving and pushing. A flood of relief washed over me as I spotted Aria's jet black-almost-blue mane moving quickly through the crowd. When she reached us, I realized that Mr. Fitz had joined her, and had in fact, followed her to our growing group. I glared momentarily in his direction and even shot an evil look in Mona's direction too. There were just too many extras milling about; we'd never figure anything out.
"Girls!" I heard Mrs. Marin shout from Hanna's room. I watched as her delicate wrist and skinny fingers waved us closer. I grabbed Aria's hand and pulled her behind me. Emily followed closely behind until finally just the three of us were outside the door. "This has become a madhouse, hasn't it?" Mrs. Marin said a bit excitedly as she fluffed her hair and plastered a smile for the cameras. Aria and I exchanged glances and rolled our eyes.
When we were finally inside, we moved towards Hanna's bed and took the seats around her. I eyed her heart monitor and watched it beep steadily for several beats before I spoke up. "How you feeling Han?" I asked looking over at her.
"Fine," She shrugged. "Did I miss Mona's party?" Her eyebrows knitted together in a concerned V.
Emily grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Yeah, Hanna, that was a few weeks ago." She said softly.
"Don't worry we'll catch you up," Aria reassured her with a soft smile.
I smiled tightly, feeling like I was about to burst. "Look, Hanna, we need to know what you were going to tell us that night. You texted us, begging to meet you because you knew who A was and I think we're all dying to know what you were going to tell us!" I said in one hurried breath.
A look of absolute shock flashed across Hanna's face. "I said that?" She exclaimed, suddenly losing color in her face and sitting straight up. "I don't remember any of it!" She gasped again as her eyes darted from me to Emily to Aria and back to me. Emily dropped her hand and covered her own mouth.
"What does this mean?" Emily whimpered.
"It means we're back to square one," I responded quietly. I rose from the chair and walked to the opposite wall, turning my back on my friends. I had felt so close to the truth and I didn't want my friends to see the disappointment that had consumed me. I crossed my arms and squeezed my eyes shut. When I finally turned back to face my friends, Aria was standing up, facing me with her arms outstretched to catch me in a hug. As soon as I took a step in her direction, Hanna's door opened again and Mona peeked in.
"Hey Bitches!" Mona cheered, thrusting a bouquet of pink flowers in Hanna's direction. "Hannakins, I'm so glad you're back on the scene! You've missed so much, but no worries, I got your back girl!" She turned to glare at Aria and me. "Sorry girls, but Hanna and I have some stuff to discuss... in private. Kay thanks!" She smiled fakely and turned back to Hanna, ignoring us completely.
Hanna shot us a confused look, clearly unsettled about our brief conversation, but she didn't know what else to do. Aria, Emily and I said our good-byes and each gave her a hug.
"We'll talk later," I promised as I closed the door behind me. The cameras and crowds still lingered in the waiting room, but we managed to avoid them as we headed towards the parking lot. Mr. Fitz was leaning up against his car and Aria began to walk in his direction
"I guess we'll talk later," She parroted me with a shrug. I agreed with a tight smile, feeling even more unsure than I had before Hanna had woken up. I nodded in Mr. Fitz's direction as the two of them climbed into his car.
I turned to Emily, but she was nearly in tears. "You ok?" I asked. She shook her head no. "Look Em, we'll figure it out... things will be ok." I comforted her. I placed my hand on her back and gave her shoulder a squeeze.
"Thanks, Spence. I should go." She responded with a sniff. We hugged and I watched as she unlocked her bike from the rack and rode away.
I opened my car door and threw my purse inside getting ready to head home when I heard my name being called. I turned and scanned the parking lot looking for who was calling my name. I expected to see another reporter or maybe a friend from school, but I gasped in shock when I saw Wren standing outside of his BMW. He waved awkwardly and locked his car before walking across the lot towards my car.
"Hello again," He said cheerily.
"Hi Wren," I responded quietly, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. I crossed my arms across my chest protectively. "Getting to work?" I asked, making small talk.
"Actually, no. I'm off the clock for the next 10 hours as luck would have it. I was going to head home for a nap, but maybe you'd like to grab a coffee?" He asked, grinning easily.
"Oh... I don't know Wren..." I began.
"Oh, come on. My treat... maybe some lunch too if you'd like?" He offered. I gave in and agreed. He ran back across the parking lot to his car and motioned for me to follow him.
"What am I doing?" I muttered once I was alone in my car, but I turned my key in the ignition all the same. Once we were at the coffee shop, Wren motioned to a small table nestled between two over-stuffed chairs in the corner. The barrista took our order and we took a seat at the table. I stayed quiet as Wren rambled about work, mentioning Hanna every once in a while.
"So I guess what I'd really like to talk about," Wren began, piquing my interest. I looked him in the eye for the first time since, urging him to continue. "Well I was hoping I could take you on a proper... date?" He asked.
My eyebrows rose in surprise. "A date?" I repeated. A small smile played on my lips.
Wren smiled broadly. "Well yeah, of course. Melissa and I are done and I know your parents disapprove, but maybe I could pick you up at a friend's or... I don't know. We can figure it out. But yeah, a date?" He asked again.
I laughed for the first time in a while and clasped my hand over my mouth. "A proper date it is then," I agreed, parroting his British accent. I knew that I should have cared about Melissa in all this, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Some time later, after our coffee had been drunk and our food eaten, even the crumbs, we said our good-byes, this time with a hug. He pulled me in and I nestled my head against his shoulder, covered in the blue scrubs that all the doctors at Rosewood Memorial wore. It felt all so surreal.
"I'll see you Friday... for our date." I finished hesitantly. I took a big breath and headed home, high from that love feeling that was bubbling in the pit of my stomach once again.
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