Chapter 12
Emily knocked on the door of the Hastings' home with Aria and Hanna behind. Dragging the latest homework with them in a separate backpack, they waited for Mrs. Hastings to answer the door.
As the door slid open Mrs. Hastings smiled, "Hi girls. Spencer's in the living room."
She cleared the doorway and let them in. Emily immediately spotted Spencer sitting on the couch with her laptop, a blanket draped over her legs.
"Do not tell me you are doing homework the day you get home from the hospital," Aria stated.
Spencer looked up and smiled, "You know I can't help it. Besides, I'm so bored. There are only so many trashy magazines you can read before you start to lose brain cells."
"Hey," Hanna defended, "Some of those magazines are really interesting."
Spencer smiled and Emily started laughing. They all sat down in the living room and Aria was the first to speak, "Are you happy to be home?"
"So happy. Don't get me wrong. Being woken up every hour by doctors and nurses checking on stuff in the rooms is so great, but I'm glad to be home. I actually only woke up like half an hour ago from a four hour nap."
"Man, I wish I could take a nap in the middle of the day," Emily commented.
"Just rupture your appendix and you can," Hanna chided.
There was some laughter but Emily reigned the focus back in, "But seriously, how are you feeling?"
"Sore for the most part."
"I guess it's to be expected when a part of you explodes inside," Hanna commented.
Everyone glared at her.
"What?" Hanna asked, "Spence, your appendix did basically explode."
"Yes it did, Hanna. I just don't like imagining it happen like that."
The group started to laugh again, which was a good sign considering everything that had been happening lately. Luckily the police had backed off the investigation for the past couple weeks and Emily noticed that A hadn't been bothering them either. She wanted to believe that it was because they had a heart and were leaving them alone because they had nothing on them and were giving up, but she had a sinking feeling that it wasn't true. Her sinking feeling was confirmed when a knock came at the door.
