Tori's POV
All I could do was wait. Wait to feel better. Wait for the ever to present pain to subside. Wait for my medicine to start working, wait for my seizures to stop. Wait, that's all I could do.
"Are you feeling any better?" Miranda asked passing me a cold glass of water her eyes staring down on me with concern
"My…my….body huurrts" I stuttered using everything in me not to smack myself in the face, remembering that the last time I did that Miranda basically had an aneurism. She just didn't understand. I mean she tried she tried her hardest but she just didn't understand how frustrating it was to be stuck inside your own head, to know what you want to say but to have your own voice fight against you. It had been almost a month since the accident, Jess and Miranda deciding that college could wait until I stopped having seizures, and Emma became more comfortable in her chair.
"Do you need anything?" Miranda questioned taking the glass back in her hand placing it onto the nightstand before climbing into my bed beside me "Just name it, and it's yours"
"I want….I want to…..leave" I groaned angrily leaning my head on Miranda's shoulder breathing in the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo "I want…to…to get out..of…Rosewood" I said clinging tightly to Miranda's t-shirt pulling her as closer to me as I possibly could. She was the only reason I hadn't given up yet, she was the only reason I continued to deal with the pain and torture of the seizures which seemed to occur daily now, the medicine supplied by the doctors not working as they were supposed to, although the doctors did say 'give it some time' I guess a month wasn't enough! Dartmouth, that was my goal. Get better so I could leave, rest up so everyone believes I've recovered, show them that I could handle going off to college without completely falling apart.
"Once you and Emma are better, we'll leave" Miranda promised pressing her lips against my forehead
"But we need to leave….now…now" I demanded struggling over my words as I desperately tried to speak
"Tor school doesn't start for another week, we still have time. The only reason we wanted to leave early is to set up the apartment and get familiar with the area, but we can do that when we get there all I'm worried about now is you"
"But…" I stuttered lifting my head off of her shoulder looking directly into her crystal blue eyes "But….I…I"
"I know you want to leave" Miranda said reaching her hand over to mine linking our fingers together "I want to leave to, but I'm not gonna leave with the risk that you could get hurt"
"I'm…I'm not gonna get…..hurt" I whined sitting up in my bed wiping a single tear from my eye "I…can't run from this….this foreverrr….I I have to face it"
"If that's how you feel" Miranda grinned swinging her legs out of my bed skipping towards the door "I'll go talk to your Aunt and ask if she can find you a doctor near Dartmouth and you go talk to Emma and see how she's doing"
"Why..why can't you talk to…to Emma?" I suggested not having spoken to Emma in almost a month
"Cause last time I tried to talk to her she threw her lacrosse trophy at me" Miranda stated pointing to a small bruise on her bicep "If you talk to her I'm pretty sure she won't throw anything at you, considering your already dealing with a brain injury"
"Bitch!" I groaned pelting a pillow in her direction missing the blonde by a few inches as she disappeared down the stairs leaving me alone in my room silently debating whether or not to talk to Emma. I felt bad for her, everyone did. She was the type of girl who could never sit still, the type of girl who was always on the run, who was always outside playing every type of sport she could and now she couldn't walk, she couldn't run she couldn't do anything but sit and complain when her mom dragged her to physical therapy. "Em?" I said slowly knocking on her door not bothering for an answer before swinging it opened only to find the brunette in her usual spot near the window
"What do you want?" She snapped rotating her chair to face me "I've done my physical therapy today, my work is done and I'd like to be left alone"
"Well…I want….to talk..." I muttered dropping myself onto her bed holding my head in my hands as I laid comfortably on my stomach waiting for Emma to say something
"Are you gonna talk or what?" She whined resting her hands on the wheels of her chair
"It'll…take..take me ten minutes…to get a full sentence….sentence outtt"I joked proud that I had brought a smile to Emma's face
"I know Miranda sent you in here, and I know you've been talking to my mom. So I know that you know how my physical therapy has been going, I know you know that I haven't taken more than two steps in a month, so if you don't mind I'm entitled to have a pity party"
"I…I didn't say….say you couldn't I'm saying… I would like to be invited" I giggled glancing down at my watch which beeped annoyingly informing me that it was time to take my meds "That's…..my cue" I complained returning to my feet pausing near her door "It's gonna get…get better" I promised her giving my cousin a small smile before making my way downstairs where Miranda was already waiting with my medication in hand
"How is she?" Miranda questioned following me into the living room lowering herself onto the couch beside me after I finished swallowing my pills
"She's….." I trailed off unable to find a word good enough to describe how Emma was
"That good huh" Miranda said massaging her forehead with her hand "We have to do something to help her, otherwise she'll never move on" She spoke sadly the blonde obviously worried about her best friend, she wasn't the only one. We were all worried about Emma, she was quiet, withdrawn but it wasn't like we could blame her. Emma had been to hell and back, the both of us had but the difference was I was fighting to escape the darkness while Emma was simply falling into it.
"I….have an idea.." I stated confidently retrieving my phone from my pocket "Speed dial…four"
"Who is it?" Miranda asked quickly pressing the keys holding the phone in front of the two of us swiftly putting it on speaker as we listened silently waiting for the call to be answered
"You'll see" I grinned leaning back on the couch contently waiting for the moment when I heard the familiar voice, the voice that brought a smile to my face no matter the situation
"Hello?" The voice greeted happily
"Holy shit…" She laughed her eyes darting towards me a large grin etched on her face 'genius' she mouthed towards me "Your alive" She spoke into the phone cuddling into my side as she discovered my plan
Question (answer in reviews): Who do you think Miranda called?