CHAPTER 21: Festering Worries
EMILY'S POV:
I was walking around my room, picking up small things, trying to keep my mind occupied. I desperately wanted to go see Spencer, but I knew she probably didn't want to see me. I sighed, hoping that she hadn't decided to go through with her plan. As much as I wanted to find who A was, she was already in a risky situation and didn't need to make it worse. I feared for her, and worried for her safety in that place.
I was still deciding whether or not to visit when my mom walked into my room with my laundry.
"Honey what's up?" She asked, setting my neatly folded clothes on my bed. I sighed, and sat next to her on my mattress.
"I'm just worried." I replied.
My mom smiled sympathetically.
"I understand. Why don't you go see her then?" She offered.
"I want to, but we left things off on bad terms yesterday…." I trailed off, embarrassed that I had gotten so mad at her. She was suffering enough in Radley, and I didn't make things any better.
"I see." My mom sighed. "Well, I know Spencer, and I know that no matter what is going on, she still loves you very much. Just as you love her. Go visit, I'm sure she's forgiven you. Even if she hasn't, you're doing the right thing by going to her. She's so alone in there, any company is welcomed."
I smiled, and gave my mom a hug as she slid off the bed.
"How did you get to be so wise?" I asked, as we parted from the embrace.
My mom laughed.
"I'm a mom, it's in my job description." She joked. I smiled warmly, and thanked her as she walked off to continue laundry.
I grabbed my keys and phone, and walked out to the car. Radley was a ten minute drive from my house, and the traffic wasn't bad. I walked up the pathway to the old door that led into the building. It still gave me the chills to walk through, but I didn't mind.
"Hello, my name is Emily, I'm here to visit Spencer Hastings." I muttered to the lady at the desk. She glanced up at me with a hint of recognition, before pressing a few things on her keyboard.
"I'm sorry, Spencer Hastings isn't allowed visitors right now. However, if you write your number down on the guest list, I can call you when it's okay for you to come by." The woman explained, in a robotic like tone.
I was surprised.
"Wait, why isn't she allowed visitors? She was allowed visitors yesterday." I was confused.
"I'm not allowed to give out information on what happened. Spencer has the right for things to remain private." The receptionist answered.
I sighed. "Please, just tell me what happened…..Kathy…" I muttered, reading off her name tag. "I'm her girlfriend, I love her, please, I just want to make sure she's okay." I pleaded.
Kathy sighed, and motioned for me to get closer. I leaned in over the desk.
"I heard they found her wandering around the basement hallways in the middle of the night. When the night guard walked up to her, she passed out. I wish I could tell you more, but that's all I know. If you're lucky, she'll be able to have visitors in about two days." Kathy explained.
I nodded, shocked with the new information.
"Thank you." I muttered shakily. Kathy nodded, and smiled sadly at me, understanding what I was feeling.
I walked out of the building, and texted Aria and Hanna. We needed to talk. They agreed to meet me for coffee, even though I was already shaken up as it was.
I got into my car, and drove away from Radley. As I glanced back in my mirror, I couldn't help but feel tears form in my eyes, as I hoped she would be okay.
SPENCER'S POV:
I blinked a few times before my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the fluorescent lights. I groaned, my head hurt, and I felt sick.
Spencer?!
I tried to sit up, but my vision swam, and my head throbbed. I rested my head back on the pillow.
"What happened…." I groaned.
"Spencer?" Angie was sitting in a chair across the room, filling out some kind of paperwork.
"Angie, what's going on?" I asked.
"Spencer, our night guard found you wandering around the basement last night. He said when he walked over to you, you seemed to be kind of out of it, and you passed out within minutes." Angie filled me in.
The night flashed back into my memory, and I felt my eyes widen when I remembered the discovery Bethany and I made.
"Wren!" I gasped, sitting up suddenly. I winced at the pain, but continued to attempt to get out of the bed. Angie rushed to my side immediately.
"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" She asked, concern flooding her voice.
"I need to talk to Dr. Sullivan, I know who A is." I explained rashly. I felt my feet touch the cold tile floor as I got out of the bed. Angie grabbed my arms to steady me, but wasn't letting me continue walking forward.
"Spencer, you can talk to Dr. Sullivan later, you need to get back into bed. You aren't feeling well. I think you were having some sort of reaction to the medication." Angie mentioned.
"It wasn't a reaction, I didn't have schizophrenia in the first place." I snapped, annoyed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to see Dr. Sullivan, this is an emergency, she needs to know. She needs to warn them." I tried to push past Angie, but my strength failed me.
"Spencer honey, the nurses have you on a sedation, you can't go anywhere. I'll tell you what, if you get back in bed and sleep for a while longer, I'll get Dr. Sullivan to come in here." Angie explained sweetly. However, I could tell by her tone that she thought I was nuts. I almost laughed, I probably looked crazy.
"I can't waste any time Angie, this is important. A is going to hurt them, you need to let me warn her and my friends." I pleaded.
I saw Angie press a small button on her communication device on her waist. I knew she was probably calling another nurse in, but I didn't care. I needed to warn Melissa, and Dr. Sullivan.
My assumptions correct, another nurse walked in.
"Spencer, please just get back in bed. You can talk to Dr. Sullivan as soon as you wake up I promise." Angie soothed.
I rolled my eyes, and stepped closer to Angie. The other nurse came behind me, and I could feel her breathing on my neck, but I dismissed it.
"Don't make promises you can't keep." I grinned. Angie seemed frightened, and I didn't blame her. I could feel the sanity slipping away from me. I felt myself tense up as a sharp prick was felt in my left arm. My muscles relaxing, I closed my eyes, and fell back into the darkness of sleep.
ARIA'S POV:
I watched as Emily walked into the building. She seemed stressed out of her mind, and I wondered if coffee was really the smartest choice.
"Emily, what happened? What's wrong?" I asked. Hanna wasn't here yet, but I felt that if Emily waited for her, she would explode.
"It's Spencer. She was trying to find information on A. She broke into the files rooms last night." Emily spewed.
"Oh no." I could feel something was wrong.
"Oh no is right. The worst part isn't that, but the medication they have her on is messing with her. The receptionist told me they found her in a haze, and she passed out on them. Aria, if she didn't seem crazy before, she really does now. I'm worried." Emily admitted.
I nodded, and rubbed my hand across Emily's back in a soothing manner.
"It'll be okay." I muttered. There wasn't much else I could say, the entire situation was messed up.
"Do you think she found anything?" I asked after a while.
Emily, who had calmed down a little, turned and looked me in the eyes.
"We'll have to wait and see."