Chapter 8:
Jenny's POV-
Going to the hospital today was going to be one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. At least I had Desiree with me. She was always great support. I replayed the conversation with Liam in my head. He wanted me to go down to the hospital and talk to Erin. Make her see reason that she couldn't keep pushing people out. Something like that. I didn't really understand much of why I was doing this. If I was him, I'd just give her some space. But then again, Liam's never been one to do that very well. Desiree was here to support me. I guess I probably couldn't ever convince Erin of anything on my own. She doesn't listen to my suggestions much. But I love her anyway. As soon as we got to the hospital, we asked the front clerk where her room was. We soon found it and opened the door. Erin was laying in bed, just staring at the ceiling. There was something Liam hadn't told us about Erin. All the light from her eyes, the joy in her life, was gone. "Erin?" I said cautiously. She looked over at us. "Oh" was all she said. I was a little irritated at this response. I mean, I came here to see her and she didn't even care. I was one of her best friends! Before I could say anything rude, Desiree butted in. "How ya feeling, sugar?" She was always so laid back. That's why I needed her. "Why are you here?" Erin ignored Desiree's question all together. "Why? WHY? Why am I here? Why am I here?? How could you even ask that? We're best friends, Erin, how could I not be here?" I was shocked. She was more depressed than I had imagined. "I didn't think you cared," she replied. What? That didn't even make sense. I walked over and took her hand. "Of course I care. I always have," I said, much more calm than before. Conversation was stiff and forced. It was just completely awkward. I didn't want to admit the truth: Erin had changed. She wasn't the same bubbly person she used to be. I had to talk to her now, or I never would. So, like the gracious person I am, I blurted out, "So have you talked to Liam?" I had to resist the urge the slap my hand over my mouth as soon as I said it. It was out there, better have the conversation. It was inevitable after all. "He's tried to talk to me," she replied, "but I don't want him here." "Why? Why would you not want your boyfriend here?" I was baffled. "Because. He could never understand what I'm going through," she said simply, as if she was answering a math problem. "What?! He would understand you losing someone important to you? How does that even make sense?!" I was close to yelling. Desiree shot me a look to calm me down. After a minute, Erin responded. "He could never understand how much Spencer meant to me." When she said this, I knew hope wasn't lost. This was the real Erin. The one who cared for people so much that it broke her own heart. "I still think you should talk to him. He's pretty torn up about it all. I don't think he cares who Spencer was. All he sees is his girl in pain, and she won't let him help. He's hurting, girl, and you need to call him," I said. She looked thoughtfully at me for a minute. "You know what? You're absolutely right. As much as I hate to admit it..." She gave me a sly smile. I knew she was back. All it took was someone standing up to her and telling her a thing or two to get her back on her feet. She was going to be just fine.
