Safe
All he was trying to do was keep you safe but he only killed you instead.
As per your requests, I have added a second chapter. Again, if you want more just ask and you might get it if I can think of what to write. So enjoy the update!
The next thing you know, you are sitting in a chair in the emergency room waiting area. Well you aren't exactly sitting; it's more of a leaning on whoever is on your right because you don't have enough energy to sit on your own. Without their support you would probably be nothing more than a puddle on the floor.
Someone is talking to you but you aren't sure who. You only know that the voice is being quiet and whoever it is talking is concerned for you. A cup of coffee is stuck in your face and you look up to see Aria looking down at you with such a wide range of emotions playing through her facial expressions.
You take the cup and stare into the dark liquid. You lean harder on Emily (you realized that she must've joined you after talking to the police). It seems she needs you leaning on her as much (if not more than) you need her to lean on.
Spencer and Aria share a look they don't know you noticed. They're concerned about you and start to express their reasons in hushed tones they don't know you can hear.
"We should go home and get some sleep. We've been here for hours. She's exhausted and she's going to make herself sick. Staying here isn't going to do any good anyway. They won't tell us anything," Spencer sighs and Aria nods her head in agreement.
"I'm not leaving," you managed to croak. You realize how raw your throat is from sobbing hysterically.
Spencer and Aria look at you then back at each other, sighing in defeat. They know better than to think you'll actually leave just because they think it's what's best for you.
"I'll stay with her," Emily sounds off from beside you. Her voice doesn't sound too easy right now either.
"I'll get a bag for Emily if you'll get one for Hanna," Spencer says to Aria reluctantly. You can see the frustration on her face. You know she's going to Emily's so she can check on Toby. You would want to check on Caleb if Toby had just gotten himself shot by being involved with Spencer. And the tears start flowing again because you addressed what you had been fighting to keep deep down inside. Caleb was shot because he loved you and was a part of your life.
They come back to you to tell you the plan like you didn't just hear them making it. They're faces are trying to fake sadness but instead seem only to be pitying you.
You push away from Emily's shoulder and stand, pausing only a moment to let your muscles adjust to the change.
"Where are you going?" Emily asks you, worry creasing into her features.
"The bathroom. I think I can handle that myself," you reply quickly before making your way to the desk where a mousy looking girl is sitting.
"Bathroom?" you ask her and she points you down the hall without looking up from the computer screen.
You catch yourself looking into the mirror with blank eyes. Even forcing yourself to focus them doesn't change how empty they look. The hot water rushing from the faucet would probably burn your hands but you can't feel anything.
You switch the water to cold hoping the freezing water can shock you back into reality. No use.
You work your way back through the maze towards the waiting room while you debate if you should make a break for it and find Caleb. He has to be around here somewhere. How hard could it be to find him? You've gotten good at maneuvering through unknown territory without notice.
Except this time someone does notice you and it's the last person you want to see right now.
"Hanna? What are you doing back here?"
He and his stupid British accent can go to hell.