ethan's pov
I awkwardly stand against the wall, my arms folded against my chest.
Emma's mom sat in one of the chairs, hear head buried in her hands, sobbing. Grayson sat next to her, comforting her, but I couldn't.
How do I comfort her? She's my ex's mom.
I patiently wait for the doctor come back out. And after about twenty more minutes of tears he finally does.
"Here for Emma Chamberlain?" He asks. Emma's mom, and Grayson and I quickly avert our attention to him.
"Nothing serious, she's ok. Just a fractured leg. But other than that your daughter and is well."
All of us sigh in relief. I feel my first tear slip out of my eye.
Was it happiness that she was ok? Was it because I was sad that after this, we won't speak again.
Was it because I miss her?
"Can I go see her?" He mom sniffles. The doctor nods his head, leading her into the room.
Grayson takes a seat once again and I take on next to him.
"I fucked up, Grayson." I admit.
"Yea, you did."
"She's here right now, because of me. I caused this. God, I'm such a dick." I groan hitting my palm on my face.
"You did fight with her, but take this easy on yourself, E. When we go in there to talk to her just be nice. Don't bring up anything from the fight. Please." He pleads.
"I know, I'm not dumb."
emma's pov
I see my mom walk in the room, holding both of her hands together.
"My baby." He cries hugging me. I hug her back and kiss her cheek.
"Don't cry mom. I'm okay." I laugh trying to make humor out of this.
She pulls a chair next to my bed and holds my hand.
"Are you sure you're feeling fine. Where does it hurt?" She asks touching my forehead with the back of her palm.
"Yes mommy, I feel perfectly fine. Just my leg, but that's it. I swear." I respond smiling.
She smiles back "How did this happen?"
I think back, trying to recollect the memories. All I remembered was... the fight, then storming off and not paying attention to the road.
"I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry mom. I caused you so much worry." I sigh.
"No, honey you didn't. I was just scared of what might've happen. Although, I'm of course not fond of this fractured leg," She giggles "I'm still so thankful that you're okay."
I smile, kissing her hand.
"Well, your friends are here waiting, and I'm pretty sure they want to see you."
"Who?" I ask.
"Grayson and Ethan, of course."
"Oh ok." I crookedly smile.
She leaves the room, leaving me confused.
They actually came?
I see two figures walk in.
One had his hair brushed out, with a light blue sweatshirt and black jeans.
The other had his hair lazily on his head, with a black hoodie, and gray sweats.
They both dressed differently, but still managed to seem the same.
"Hey, Emma." Grayson smiles, walking over to me.
"Hey." I respond giving him a hug.
"How are you feeling?" He asks taking the seat my mom was just sitting in.
"Good, actually. My leg surprisingly doesn't hurt too much either." I reply.
"That's good," He smiles and nods.
I see Ethan take a seat on the couch in the corner of my eye.
"Did my mom call you? To tell you to come here?" I asked curiously.
"No, the hospital did actually. They called me first because there was a missed call from me on your phone. Then when we came they got your moms number from us." Grayson explains.
"Oh, ok."
"James just texted me. He said he's on his way." Ethan finally speaks, causing Grayson and mines head to turn towards him.
"He was trying to come earlier, but he was in a meeting." Ethan continues.
I just nod my head, not knowing what to say.
"Uh, Gray, can Emma and I talk.. alone." He nervously asks, scratching the back of his neck.
I gulp, looking at Grayson.
He looks back at me, squeezing my hand out of reassurance. He gets up, kissing my forehead, then walks out of the room. Ethan gets up from the couch, and just stands by my bed.
"Emma, I- I'm sorry. A lot. I-" He tried finishing his sentence, but his voice starts cracking and tears start forming in his eyes.
"This is all my fault." He cries. I look down st my hands.
What do I do?
"You're here right now, because of me. If I didn't yell at you, or get angry. Or maybe even tell you the truth, you probably would've been perfectly fine. But I had to fuck things up per usual." He sighs.
"Tell me the truth about what?" I ask, tilting my head slightly.
"About, about...." He deeply sighs, finally taking his hands out of his pockets
"About Kristina."
