Blinking she looked up at Spencer, whose face hovered above her own. While her vision was foggy and unclear, she could tell Spencer was crying. Oddly enough that was a comfort, and slowly she felt everything go black as her eyes slipped shut and she faded into blissful unconsciousness. She didn’t even feel it when the ambulance arrived and her body was lifted up onto a stretcher. In fact, the next time she opened her eyes she was staring up at a hideous florescent light and the smell of bleach floor cleaner. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the light and she blinked several times, trying to grasp where she was and why.

Spencer was sitting slumped in a chair beside her bed, her eyes shut as her chin rested against her chest. She had managed to catch a taxi to the hospital, and with the help of her mother discovered that Ashley was going to be just fine. She did, however, sustain some significant injuries, as one would suspect would happen when jumping in front of a moving vehicle. She had 4 broken ribs, all on her left side, a broken ankle, and plenty of deep tissue bruising. But, it was a miracle that was all that had occurred, if she had been turned just an inch to the right she would probably be dead. All of these thoughts had kept her up all night as she waited beside Ashley’s bed, and the morning light pouring through the window hadn’t been enough to awaken her from a much needed slumber.

Turning her head slowly Ashley noticed a figure sitting in a chair beside her bed. Her eyes took a moment to focus at which point she realized it was Spencer. It was then she recalled the events that must have lead to her being stuck in this hospital bed, a bulky cast on her ankle and something stiff wrapped around her torso, “Spencer?” She whispered hoarsely, but not loud enough to wake the exhausted girl. She looked so beautiful and peaceful when she was sleeping, her expression relaxed and hair a mess. Seeing her here, waiting for her to wake up, was enough to confirm Ashley’s suspicion that Spencer did in fact care for her, enough to spend the night beside her in a stiff, uncomfortable hospital chair.

Slowly Spencer’s eyes fluttered open, her mouth opening in a yawn as she stretched a bit, her muscles stiff from being in such an awkward position for so long. As she looked over at Ashley, she suddenly noticed that she wasn’t the only awake one in the room any longer. “…Ash..” She spoke, leaning forward a bit, relieved to see that she was awake and functioning.