A/N: Sorry about the back-to-back cliffhangers. I was supposed to finish the hospital scene last chapter, but I realized it would have been too long, so I decided to carry it over to this one. I promise this won't leave you guize hanging again, but I can't guarantee that you won't be left with more questions. Also, thanks for ALL the reviews! Last chapter totally broke the record for most reviews I've gotten so far and I REALLY appreciate it. To FallenxLeaves, I try my best to update every Wednesday and Saturday :), To IntelligentPrincess and WorgenDeathKnight, your questions will be answered in this chapter! To Alison (Guest), haha you are wonderful! And to everyone requesting more Emison scenes, you'll def. get your wish granted in the next chapter. (: Enjoy!

Aria's POV

"Jake?" I asked in disbelief as I mentally assessed him, "What are you doing here?"

How did he know where to find me? I don't even know where I am or how I got here!

"Hanna called me and told me what happened," he stepped forward, pulling me into a bear hug and resting his chin on top of my head, "I got so worried, I literally begged Caleb to drive us all the way over here to make sure you were alright, baby."

That leaves the question, what happened to me? I woke up in an unknown hospital filled with creepy nurses who disappeared in thin air, after giving cryptic messages and now my boyfriend conveniently pops out of no where, as soon as I was about to track down some nut-case in the B-wing.

"Hanna's here?" I pulled away a bit so that I could face him, "Where is she?"

"You don't remember anything, do you?" Jake frowned, "All your friends were here, waiting until you woke up. They left with Caleb as soon as we got here, so that they could take showers and get some breakfast. They said they'll be back in an hour or two."

Breakfast? What time was it?!

"I don't remember anything," I shook my head, emphasizing the last word.

"Hanna didn't say much. She just told me that you hit your head really bad," Jake started gently caressing the bandage wrapped around my forehead, which I hadn't noticed until he did so, "You had a severe concussion and the doctors insisted on keeping you here overnight for observation. You shouldn't even be roaming the halls right now!"

"What?" I shrieked, widening my eyes, "How long have I been here?!"

"Well, Hanna said she brought you here around 6 AM," he looked up to the ceiling, inwardly calculating the time, "And it's around 11:30 AM right now, so - you've been here roughly 5 and a half hours."

Oh, God. I have to sleep in this hellhole tonight? Chills ran down my spine as the thought entered my mind. There's just something about this place that doesn't fit right with me. Though I was grateful that I now knew why I felt as if I was ran over by a car.

I disdainfully curved the corner of my lip, "Yeah, well - let's just say I woke up feeling like hell."

Or more like I was IN hell.

Jake laughed halfheartedly, though I noticed the anguish smoldered in his eyes.

"What?" I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing," his hand fell from my bandaged head to my pale cheeks as he leaned in to kiss my forehead, "you just look so cute right now."

I sighed silently as I leaned my head back against his chest. How can I ditch him now? I really need to try and find this girl before the halls get busy again, but how can I? He came all this way to make sure I was alright. I doubt he'd even let me leave out of his eyesight after this. A pang of guilt hung heavily from the branches of my heart strings, slowly creeping throughout my body as I considered different methods of ridding him of my presence; but if I did that - remorse would continue to unbearably eat me alive, so what other options do I have?

"Jake, do you love me?" I mumbled against his shirt-clad chest.

"Should that even be a question?" He responded warily.

I asked, ignoring his question, "How much?"

"That's like explaining the taste of water, Aria," he pulled me away, catching my gaze with sincerity burning in his eyes, "I'd do anything for you. I love you ... so much, babe."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Well," I hesitated, thinking of the right way to word this, "I need you to do a favor for me and I'm not going to take no for an answer."

"What do you need me to do?" He furrowed his eyebrows, eyeing me quizzically.

Should I really bring him into this? I mean, he knows about my history with Ezra but he doesn't approve of it. So, how can I convince him to help me sneak into the B-Wing?

Come on, Aria. Do what you do best; Think on your feet! My mind retorted.

"Aria!" Jake waved a hand in front of my face, "Come on, you know that you can tell me anything."

I heard footsteps coming from around the corner, so I quickly pulled Jake into a room beside the bulletin board.

"Seriously, what's going on, Aria?!" Jake demanded answers as he switched on the light, revealing shelves filled with nurses' uniforms and equipment.

"Put this on," I grabbed two uniforms and threw one at him, "We're going to visit another patient here."

Jake caught the uniform, quirking his eyebrows at me as if I were the nut-case, "Are you serious?"

"You said that you'd do anything for me," I answered dismissively as I began changing into the uniform, "This is anything."

When I was done slipping into the scrubs, I moved my attention back to him. He was busy searching my face for something. Knowing him, he's probably contemplating whether or not I'm actually losing it or if I'm actually serious about all of this. He shook his head, finally finding what he was looking for and began putting on his scrubs as well.

As we walked out of the room, a doctor stopped and shifted his eyes incessantly between Jake and I.

"Great way to stay on top of things," the doctor winked suggestively at me before walking off, whistling down the hall.

"Well that was awkward," I shrugged it off.

"Agreed," Jake nodded, "So who are we visiting?"

"Someone in the B-Wing," I pointed at the map on the bulletin board beside the door, "it's on the other side of the hospital."

"Well, let's go before we get fired," Jake joked as he grabbed my hand and ventured to the elevator.

They weren't joking when they noted the B-Wing as the top surveillance area. There were cameras on every corner, security guards constantly patrolling the halls and the entrance was protected by a fingerprint recognition hardware. You'd think this is Area 51 and aliens were running freely inside if you didn't know better.

"How the hell are we supposed to get in here?" Jake mirrored my thoughts.

I scanned the area, trying to come up with a plan. If only Spencer was here. The sudden sound of a metal locks gaping caught our attention. It seemed like someone was exiting the area, which would be a great opportunity to sneak in. Jake pulled me in a squatting position behind the door with him as the person walked out.

"Yes, Mr. Wesley. I'm on my way over to forensics right now with the results." He talked into his phone, clasping a clipboard under his arm while walking towards the elevator that we freshly came out of.

"Hurry," Jake whispered as he held the door ajar.

I ran inside, holding the door for Jake to squeeze in as well. The strong smell of medication entered our lungs as the door closed. It's the normal smell of a room in a hospital times ten. It's no wonder people go crazy in here.

"We should have brought masks," I scoffed.

Jake chuckled, "Where to now?"

"B-26," I answered, observing the doors. I noted that B-10 was on our left and B-50 was on our right hand side, "It shouldn't be far from here."

"Yeah," he said, walking parallel to me, "this place looks like an asylum."

"Aww, are you scared?" I nudged jokingly against him.

"No," he chuckled, "but I watched the entire Season 2 of American Horror Story last night on Netflix. So, technically - I'm an expert on places like these now."

"You do know that's just a show right?" I rolled my eyes, suppressing a giggle, "If it were true, we'd have literally met the devil by now and probably be thrown into a cell."

"Don't jinx it, babe!" Jake gasped, feigning fear, "Hey, isn't that the room you're looking for?" he pointed at the last door on the left, as we reached the cul-de-sac.

Under the engraved number sign read Maykis, Calypso.

"Yup," I nodded, "Wish me luck!"

"Wait, are you going in alone?" Jake frowned, "Am I just your watchdog now?"

"No, but you can be my bitch," I gave him a tantalizing grin as I tried to open the door. "Ugh, it's locked!"

"That's what you get for thinking that I'd be your bitch," he mocked, "Let me try and open it for you."

Jake took out two pins from his wallet and skillfully maneuvered them in the keyhole. It only took him a minute to successfully open the door.

"There you go," he smiled proudly as if he finished an art masterpiece.

"I'm not even going to ask where you learned that, but thanks," I kissed him appreciatively on the cheek and ventured inside the room.

The door immediately closed behind me as the lights flickered on, revealing a woman with a head of long unkempt orange hair. She was facing a blank cement wall, sitting at what seemed to be a desk.

"Who dares enter my Chamber of Secrets?" She croaked, dragging every word in her question in a thick foreign accent.

Okay - maybe this was a bad idea.

She turned around, finally exposing her olive-tone freckled face. Her eyes were so grey, they almost looked white, reminiscent of Storm's eyes from the Marvel Comic Books or the X-Men movies. Her pouty red lips curled into a menacing smile as she got a good glance at me.

I guess she isn't blind.

"Sorry if I'm - interrupting anything here," I began explaining, "I'm actually a patient here as well, despite the scrubs and I-"

"Aria Montgomery," she interrupted, tilting her head at an inhumane angle, "I know who you are and I know where you're here."

How did she know my name? I thought to myself, as the color of my cheeks turned pale. Chills ran down my spine as her eyes analyzed my every movement.

"Junior at Hollis, majoring in English with the hopes of become an author one day," she continued, "Trust me, I know a lot more about you than just your name." She stated, as if reading my thoughts.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked as strongly as I could, though my knees felt as if they would fail me at any moment, "How do you know so much about me?"

She got up from her seat, walking into the middle of the room. The lights started flickering again as she started cracking her neck numerous times, closing her eyes.

WTF? This bitch is cray cray.

"No, you can't tell her!" Her voice transformed into a sound less intimidating.

"Yes, she needs to know." Her voice transformed again, into something more authoritative.

"Dead. Girls. Walking." She whispered hoarsely in gibberish with only those words being perceptible.

The lights stopped flickering and her eyes opened again. Her pupils now turning into a golden brown.

Is that even humanly possible?! I thought that old nurse earlier was creepy, but she looked like the embodiment of normal in comparison to this chick. It was an understatement for her to say that Calypso was simply 'unstable'; she was off the rocker, mad as a hatter and nutty as a fruitcake!

I quickly turned away and reached for the door, but I felt her hand on my shoulder, pulling me back to her.

"Wait!" She requested softly in a voice I hadn't heard her use before. "It's no coincidence that you're here, Aria. Don't you want answers?"

I leaned against the door for support, nodding at her. I was in too much of a shock to even open my mouth, much less move any of my limbs right now.

Her fingers suddenly became more interesting to her as her eyes moved towards her fidgeting hands. What's wrong with this girl?

"I came here after a woman in a red coat hit me over the head while I was walking home from my job," she sighed and her voice started trembling, "during the first night, she visited me in my hospital room and - ever since then, my medication stopped working. You see - I've struggled with Dissociative Identity Disorder since I was a kid. I've been taking pills to keep it under control, but now nothing's helping it. I can't control who I am anymore."

"Do you know who she is?" I asked, trying not make any physical contact with her, though she seemed as if she was in dire need of a hug.

"Luzit says that she thinks her name is Lily, but she's not always right." She explained.

"Who's Luzit?"

"Her," she pointed to a picture on the desk she was sitting at.

"But that's a picture of you ..."

"No, that's Luzit." She turned back to me, "I'm Calypso."

"Well, is she your twin? You guys look awfully identical."

She shook her head, indicating that she didn't have a twin.

I swear she's getting weirder by the second.

"Luzit told me that you would come here. She told me everything about you." She idly started swaying her body side-to-side, "she also said that Lily is monitoring you closely and that you shouldn't sleep alone tonight."

How trust worthy is someone that I don't even know is real? This girl is borderline schizophrenic, yet she knows so much about me. But how much of this information can I trust?

"Well, tell Luzit I said thanks for her help," I said, finally building up the strength to get the hell out of here, "And thank you for your time as well, Lu- I mean, Calypso."

She smiled childishly at me, as her eyes changed back to grey. I quickly ran outside and locked the door at the sight.

"Woah, you look like you saw a ghost!" Jake laughed, "How did it go?"

Gee, if only he knew that I felt as if I really saw a ghost, or at least someone possessed by the spirit of one - and no, I'm not talking about alcohol.

"Hmm, I might have." I answered as I started walking back to the exit, "It was - a bit informative, I guess."

Is -A's real name Lily? I don't even know anyone by the name of Lily. Maybe it was someone who had a similar name to Lily, or at least a sibling by the name of Lily. Who knows? I don't even know why I'm even considering something a nut-job told me. Either way, I definitely wasn't sleeping alone if I have to sleep here tonight. Hopefully the girls can shed some light on this.

After what felt like ages of waiting in my room, the girls finally came back with Caleb holding bags of Chinese takeout.

"ARIA!" Hanna yelled, jumping on the bed to hug me, "you're awake!"

"Yeah, Captain Obvious," I joked as I hugged her back.

"We were so worried about you, Ar" Emily walked to the opposite of the bed, stroking her hand against my hair.

"Yeah, little one," Spencer added, "I've - We've missed you!"

"I'm okay, guys." I reassured them, "I'm just a bit worried."

"Why are you worried?" Ali walked towards the end of my bed, a worried expression tainting her perfect features.

"You guys have to promise that you won't get mad at me," I bit my lip, shifting my eyes to each of them. They simply nodded, encouraging me to continue.

"Spill!" Spencer demanded, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Jake and I ..." I began explaining.

"Had sex in a hospital room?!" Hanna interrupted, earning a glare from everyone, except the boys. I noted that Caleb attempted to high-five Jake.

"No!" I protested, "We sneaked into the B-wing to see someone."

"Isn't that where the lock up all the crazy people here?" Spencer pressed.

"Actually, yes it is, but let me continue." I answered, "A nurse came in here when I woke up and she told me that there was another girl here that came in with an identical injury last week. I thought that maybe it wasn't a coincidence, so I went to talk to her. She said that a woman by the name of Lily hit her over the head. But, that's not the best part, she said that the woman was wearing a red coat!"

All the girls gasped,

"Who is this girl?" Emily asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Her name is Calypso, Calypso Maykis."

"Who names their child Calypso?" Hanna cringed.

"How credible is her information? I mean, she is in the nut-house," Spencer pestered, "And how does she know the woman's name?"

"I'm not sure, but she knew who I was as soon as she saw me," I licked my lips hesitantly, "She said her friend Luzit told her that the woman's name is Lily."

"Does Luzit happen to be her imaginary friend?" Spencer jeered.

"Let's just say, she's a borderline schizophrenic, but - let's not forget that she knew a lot about me!" I defended, though a part of me hoped that she was wrong.

"Oh, that's why they named her Calypso," Hanna looked up to the ceiling as if receiving some divine revelation, "All the voices in her head are having a fricking party!"

"Yeah, Calypso Maykis my ass if she thinks we're going to believe her delusional epiphanies," Ali added.

Oh, God. It should be illegal for Ali and Hanna to be in the same room.

"Maybe we should try and find out more information about Calypso, before we totally dismiss her," Emily rebutted with her words of wisdom, "And just for the record, you were in the nut-house too, Spencer."

"Ohhhh, burnnnn!" Jake and Caleb cheered from their corner, scoring a death glare from Spencer.

Ali is definitely rubbing off on her.

Hanna and I starting giggling hysterically as Ali gave Emily a look of approval.

My cellphone started ringing. I didn't even know it was in this room.

"Can someone get that for me?" I politely asked.

"I'll get it, Ar." Spencer offered, looking around the room until she found a bag filled with my possessions.

Her face melted from calm to pure shock, "GUYS! YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!"

"Wait, bring it over here! I don't think that I can get up right now." I stated, which was true. I was still feeling weak in the knees after my adventures today.

Spencer ran over, showing us the message.

"No one imitates me and gets away with it. Kisses, The real -A."

A picture of Ezra laying curled up on the ground with a bullet wound to his head was attached.

Was he the one that did this to me?!

A/N: Anyone else misses Samara? Who do you think -A really is? Anyone mad about Ezra? What do you think about Calypso? Let me know in the review section! (: