Broken hearted love

Not ready

Ian's POV

I sit there crying with Anthony in the waiting room of the hospital that Emma was taken to.

It must've been over an hour before anyone came over and said anything to us about Emma. And what they did say, wasn't good.

The doctor comes out of the hall and walks to us. "Are you two friends of Emma Joy?"

We wipe away our tears and stand up. "Y-yes we are. How is she?" I stutter.

"Well...if the knife in her back would've been even a hair farther in her back, she would've died. But we got there right in time. All in all, she will need to be in the hospital for at least a few days." He gives us a sympathetic look. "She is awake now and out of surgery if you want to go see her."

"Yes please." Anthony says and the doctor nods. "Room 346 on the 3rd floor."

We nod and run to the elevator. We press the 3 and the door closes.

We stand there in silence until the door opens, and we run to the room.

What we were faced with, we weren't ready for.

Emma is sitting there, pale and cuts and bruises everywhere. But still, she was awake and a happy face was on for us. "Hey guys..." She says in a weak voice.

We run over there and hug her as tight as we could without hurting her. "OH MY GOD." Anthony screams.

She flinches at his loud voice and starts to cry.

She is so afraid of what will happen. And it's not good.