Peyton POV
Anna looks around, still drowsy from the several medications she’s on. Her gaze finds mine after a minute, probably not even registering my face. I know I have to stay strong in front of her, but how am I supposed to be strong if she is so weak? The first tear falls just as Shane and Lisa rush in the door. I wipe the tear away, but it was obviously noted by Shane. Lisa runs over to the bed and clutched Anna's hand. I started to sob as Shane embraced me. He whispered in my ear until the sobs became trembles. He kissed my forehead slowly as he held me tighter. He kissed passionately. We both need each other for support, for hope.
“Lisa?”
Everybody freezes. Lisa holds Anna’s hand tighter, more alert than before. “Yes, I’m here Anna,” Lisa whispers.
“Am I dead?” Anna slowly asks, her mouth barely moving.
“N-no, of course not.” Lisa’s eyes filled with emotion. I honestly have no idea how she refrained from crying. “I’m so happy. The doctor’ say your wounds will heal in no time.”
Lisa is loyal to her friends, and even though I hate her, I have to admire her for it.
Anna opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the door opening. Sawyer closes the door and rushes over to his sister. “Hey, Anna. How do you feel?” Sawyer asked. I doubt that’s the right thing to ask her.
“Alive,” Anna responded. Her eyes became more focused as they scanned the room. She tried to sit up, winced, then layed back down.”…But barely.”
I look around the room, to all the faces and tears and stuffy noses. “Anna, everybody here loves you. Your friends would do everything to help you through anything.” I say. Shane and I hold hands for support. His hand is surprisingly sweaty, so I let go and wipe the liquid on my hand on my white dress. I pull my hair into a pony tail when the smell of blood hits. I look down at my now stained white dress. A red smeared hand print sat plain as day. I slowly pull my hand down from my now gooey hair, and see that it too was red. The smell of blood fills my nose as I frantically look for a cut. Realization hit. This is not my blood.
