Chapter Seven

Paige quickly put on a pair of snug jeans and a t-shirt with a sweater on top, pulled her hair up into a ponytail, grabbed her cell, and quietly went down the stairs. Spinner pulled up in the driveway nearly 10 minutes after the phone call he had made to Paige and waited. She quickly grabbed her jacket, inserted her cell in the pocket, and slipped on a pair of runners.

Once in the car, she leaned over and met Spinner in a soft, delicate kiss. She smiled, and put on her seatbelt.

"You didn't tell me why Emma's in the hospital, you know." Paige questioned.

Spinner kept his eyes on the road.

"Because I don't know. Jay just told me to meet him there."

Paige kept quiet a few moments afterwards.

"Do her parents know yet?"

Spinner paused.

"All I know is that they left for a two-week cruise last week or so. Whether they know or not... I'm not so sure."

"They must." Paige said assertively.

Paige reached her Spinner's hand, and they interlocked fingers as he drove down the deserted roads. Several times they watched cop cars pass by them, which was indeed quite abnormal. Paige turned on the radio, only to be shocked at the announcement

"Police cars are still searching for any possible suspects in the --"

Paige looked up at Spinner as the noise was swiftly cut short.

"I don't want to hear about through a radio station by someone who doesn't even know anything, and says it so nonchalantly, like it doesn't bother them whatsoever. We'll talk to Jay when we get there." He simply stated.

Finally arriving at the hospital, they parked the car and Spinner put his arm around Paige's waist as they walked into the entrance. He let go as he opened the door for her, and they immediately noticed Jay pacing back and forth. He looked up and approached them.

"Hello, Jay." Paige said, clinging both her hands around Spinner's arm.

"Hey" he managed to mumble back, trying to stifle his concern.

Paige noticed the hurt in Jay's eyes, and felt the need to say something comforting.

"It's going to be okay..." she replied, and reached out to rub his shoulder.

"I wish people would stop saying that," he said, border lining on anger, "... it's not going to be okay. I might never get a chance to apologize to her, get a chance to explain..."

He looked down to his shoes again, shrinking his height, almost like making himself smaller to match the way he felt.

"... I love her, Paige."