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"When can we see her?"

Riley stands with her arms crossed, staring at a male nurse that seems to be at a loss for words.

"She needs sleep, we can't let anyone see her until there is more oxygen in her blood."

"Okay, but that's why I asked you WHEN that is going to be!" Riley raises her voice, stepping forwards and throwing her arms in the air.

"Okay Riley, it's not his fault. Come on-" Farkle coaxed her away, placing his arm around her shoulders while she cries frustrated tears. "How about we all go wait in the cafe? They'll let us know when we can see Maya." Farkle says in a lighter tone, I can sense that he's trying to help Riley calm down.

I inhale through my teeth, being apprehensive about extending the distance between Maya and myself. Knowing that it will help Riley find peace, I decide to be selfless and tag along.

"I'll go too." I say to the both of them, as Farkle claps his hands together and starts walking down the hallway.

Together we make our way through the hospital, passing by people with dying expressions and sulking steps. I see Riley smile at each and every one of them, and for a moment a grin crosses their faces too. Farkle keeps a protective arm around Riley, pulling out her chair once we find a table in the cafe.

"Riley, what would you like from the counter?" Farkle asks, still standing. Riley stares at the table and sighs, "surprise me." She says in a low tone.

"Alright, Lucas do you want anything?"

"N-no. I'm not hungry. Thanks though."

Even considering for a moment to eat something- it was hysterical. My stomach was in more knots than the day I left Texas. Watching Farkle's light step as he picks out an assortment of things for himself and Riley, I reach into my pocket and find my cellphone.

"Who could you possibly be texting at this hour?" Riley asks, putting her head back up and wiping away her tears.

"Josh. He should be here by now, his girlfriend is in the hospit-"

"Lucas you can't!" Riley exclaims, snatching my phone from my hands. I'm put off, but I wait for her to explain herself.

"Josh will be so mad at her! He's always telling her not to get hurt and- and he'll be so angry that his apartment is burnt up, you can't tell him Lucas, you-"

"Okay, something isn't adding up here." I say flatly, folding my hands in front of me. Riley stares blankly, as if she has a secret she can't reveal.

"Where was Josh when the fire started? Why was Maya there and he wasn't? Where on earth could he be now, while his girlfriend is asleep in the hospital- he should be right outside her door and praying that she wakes up! And how did the fire even start in the first place?!"

I regret shouting the very moment the words leave my lips, seeing as Riley starts crying again and puts her head on the table.

"Riley- Riles I'm sorry, I'm just scared for her-"

I try and apologize for yelling at her, reaching over and placing my hand on her shoulder. Just then, Farkle sits back down and looks at me, mouthing the words "It's okay" as I remove my hand and sit back in my chair.

"Lucas, you might as well know, now that Maya is in the hospital. Riley, can I tell him?" Farkle speaks in a gentle tone, as Riley sits up and nods her head. Farkle begins, leaning forward and whispering as he discloses.

"Maya suspected that Josh had something to do with the car fire, on that call you went to yesterday. Mainly because Josh skipped town as soon as they started investigating."

"She told me that Josh invited her over, when in reality she was just looking for clues that he was responsible for the fire." Riley then chimes in, her voice still wavering and weak.

"Right, Josh tried to get her to leave town with him last night, but she refused and he left anyways."

"And then she went to his apartment?" I ask, bewildered by the story they are telling.

"Yes- and that's why none of this makes sense, because another fire started while she was there, and Josh was miles away."

So he couldn't have started the fire!

"Then who started the fire?" I ask, looking just as puzzled as Farkle and Riley.

"We don't know."

Just then, a nurse approaches us with an optimistic expression on her face.

"Are you three here for Maya Hart?" She asks, checking her clipboard.

"Yes." I say and stand up, suddenly feeling all my muscles tense.

"You may come see her now, she's awake."