I stared at Melissa, who, so far, had said nothing. She opened her mouth to speak, but still, nothing was said. She closed her mouth again.
"Aria?" I asked again, my voice managing to get louder, but only just, and was still very hoarse.
"God, Spence," Melissa finally spoke, "You scared me so much, I thought you'd died!"
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. A part of me doubted that she really cared whether I lived or died, this being based off of having spent my entire life with her, but then the other part of me, the part that saw the way she had looked at me when I brought Aria into the hospital, was surged with guilt.
But none of that mattered right now. I didn't care whether or not Melissa cared if I lived or died, all that mattered was Aria.
"Aria?" I asked again. My voice was growing slightly stronger every time I spoke her name.
Melissa must have realized that until she told me how Aria was, I wouldn't talk about anything else.
I heard her sigh. That wasn't a good sign, right? Oh, no.
"Wren's with her," Melissa informed me, "She's still in surgery, she'd lost a lot of blood."
"And so did you," she added, almost as an afterthought, but the optimistic side of me hoped that she had said it out of concern for me, and hadn't just thrown it there to sound like a good sister.
Still, I didn't care that I'd lost a lot of blood, and I wouldn't care about anything else until I was sure Aria was okay, and though I hated to think about it, if she wasn't okay, I had to make sure she was still taken care of.
"H-her parents? Do they know?" I asked.
"I called them as soon as I got off the phone with Melissa," I heard my mother say.
I nodded. Letting my mind wander off. I flinched as memories of finding Aria passed through my head. The blood dripping from every part of her body, Alison hanging over her, etching new marks, new places for blood to continue to spill from her precious flesh. The look in her eyes right before they closed for what I feared might be the last time.
"Spencer! Spencer! Spencer!" I heard people shouting. Multiple people all shouting my name with anguish coloring their voices.
"Spencer!" I heard my mother say, finally getting my attention.
I looked at her, a tear rolling down my cheek. I had tried to stop it, the tear that is, I knew that crying was a sign of weakness, or at least as far as my family was concerned it was, and I hated to be seen as weak, we all did.
Still, I looked my mother directly in the eyes as the tears fell, and now there was no stopping them.
My mom sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, lying down next to me, wrapping her arms around me in a way she hadn't done since I was really, really young.
"She has to be okay, mom," I sobbed, "I need her to be alright. I need her."
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