The girls tried to comfort Spencer after the police had finished.
"Hey Spence, chill!" said Emily, "We can tell the cops to forbid this story from going out to the public. Or they could say that it was a stray bullet. I bet they'll understand, I mean we've spent so much time at the police station, that the officers are practically our pals" she added, a smile on her face.
Spencer couldn't help but chuckle. Emily had a point. And between being questioned about a murder and being accused of one, the girls had befriended the police.
What about her parents? It was Hanna's turn to come up with an idea: tell them really bad news then the actual news that would seem better than the first. In another way, tell them that there was a shooting in their yard, but at least the girl was wounded not dead.
"Speaking of Alex," said Aria, "we need to check on her."
"You guys go, I need to tell my parents what happened" replied Spencer.
"Tell them what? That a messed up person called 'A' shot a girl that told us she was being haunted by him or her as well?" said Hanna sarcastically.
"Well that pretty much summarizes everything, but no Hanna, I'm gonna tell them that a girl was in the garden and was shot for some reason, probably a stray bullet" was Spencer's reply.
"Yeah, sure, that sounds believable" continued Hanna in the same tone of voice. "Anyway we're off to the hospital. See you there Spence."
And without adding anything else, the three girls were soon out of Spencer's sight.
She took a deep breath and waited for her parents' arrival which didn't take long. She walked up to them and told them an undetailed story of what had happened.
At the hospital, Aria, Hanna and Emily sat outside Alex's hospital room waiting for the doctor, which to their surprise was none other than Wren. He came to them with his poker face on, leaving their worries escalate. When he stood in front of them, Emily couldn't wait for him to speak, so she immediately asked him: "How is she?"
"The surgery went fine," said Wren, "and the wound isn't deep nor is it serious. But she's lost a lot of blood, and she went into shock, so there is no guaranty that she will live."
The girls, who had stood up earlier at the sight of Wren, slowly sat down in disbelief. This time, his adorable English accent didn't ease their concerns. It was a gunshot in the shoulder for God's sake! Not in the abdomen or something like that. But as usual, they got the text that would usually arrive at hard times like this: "Toby or not Toby, that is the question. –A"