I spent the rest of the time by Spencer’s side, I didn’t even want to leave to go to the bathroom until I thought my bladder was actually going to explode and even then I swear it was the fastest I have ever peed in my life.

Paula isn’t happy. She thinks that Spencer is doing the wrong thing. I can see it in her eyes; she doesn’t believe she is safe with me anymore.

Can’t say I blame her.

I blame me.

I didn’t protect Spence.

I supposed to protect her; it’s my job to keep her safe.

I don’t know how anyone will forgive me.

Nobody should ever go through that. Especially someone as kind and loving as Spencer.

She’s getting dressed at this moment in time, the nurses came to remove the IV and everything before. I’m not convinced she is ready to go home. I mean she is hurt! But she wants to go and I can’t say I blame her. Hospitals aren’t exactly her favourite place to be after what happened at prom.

She sent us all outside though. She didn’t even let me stay in the room to help.

“Ashley,”

“Ashley.”

“Ashley.” I feel Mr C’s hand on my shoulder and look up.

“Sorry,”

“It’s okay, you just were spacing there for a bit. I was just telling you that once Spencer is ready Paula and I will take you straight back to the loft, do you want us to stay for a bit when we get back?” I blink a few times and look at him. I can see the worry written across his usually jovial face.

“Err.. I guess it’s up to Spencer? She might want you guys around for a bit.” Even I can hear the subdued nature of my voice. Mr C looks at me for a bit then sits down beside me while we wait in the corridor. Paula said they would take a few minutes to get Spencer sorted and she was going to be in pain from the clothes aggravating all the scrapes on her body. Glen had dropped off some clean clothes for her to get ready into.