Spencer's POV

I groaned. My head throbbed and I could not feel my legs. "Where the hell am I?" I muttered, forcing her eyes to open.

I looked around. I was definitely not in my room. Instead, I was lying on a white bed. The bed was the only object in the room. The room had dark grey walls and and a single light on the roof. The room did not have a door. Instead, it had bars.

I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out where I was. The bars were made out of metal. There was a rigid, steel lock on the other side of the gate. Was I in jail?

I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I winced. My back hurt like crazy. I tried to sit up again but this time it was a cord that stopped me. A cord was attached from my stomach to a machine and as soon as my body touched the cord, the loud machine let out a loud beep.

Within seconds nurses had entered my room, they were crowding around my bed and trying to fix the broken cord. As soon as I saw what was written on the nurses badge, I let out a huge gasp.

Suddenly, all the events of the previous night flooded back into my brains. I recalled how I tried to kill my self once I discovered Toby's dead body.

"Ugh." I groaned in frustration. Now I would have to try killing my self again all over again.

The nurses fixed the cord and ordered me to stay in bed. Then, they turned on their heel, marched right out of my room, locking the gate behind themselves.

Trapped! I would not be able to get out again. About a year ago, Mona sat on this bed while I aced tests and slept with Toby. But then everything changed. Now Mona was behaving just like me. Running for team captain and studying for tests. Mona did not have interest in any of these things but she was doing it to spite me.

I sighed. I felt exhausted. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a peaceful slumber.

The next morning was just like last: waking up in excruciating pain, taking medication and falling off to sleep. Day's passed really slowly at Radley. I wish I could talk to someone. But I couldn't. I wasn't allowed visitors until next month.

"Spencer." A nurse called, unlocking the door to my room. "This is your doctor. He volunteered to work for free." The nurse entered my room and so did my doctor. "Your doctors name is Wren." She said, before disappearing down the hall.

I gaped at Wren. "Your my doctor?" I asked, still in shock. Wren nodded. "I thought that it would help if you talked to someone close to you."

I tilted my head to meet Wren's gaze. "Thank you." I felt so happy. Someone actually cared enough to treat me for free.

"So what's been bothering you?" Wren asked in his british drawl. I stared into his soft baby blue eyes. "Toby Cavanaugh is dead!" I announced before bursting into tears.

"Wait. What? Toby is dead? That's not possible!" Wren replied. I wished he was right. I wished Toby was still breathing, but I knew that was not possible. Toby was dead. And nothing could change that.

"It is possible. I saw his body in the woods. Toby Cavanaugh is DEAD!" I screamed, tears pouring down my face.

"Spence, calm down." Wren replied, shocked at my sudden outburst. "Toby is not dead because I saw him an hour ago. He was getting drunk off his ass at Snookers. Toby is alive!"

My eyes brightened as soon as these words escaped his lips. Toby was not dead! Toby was alive! Maybe there would still be a chance for us!