My Secret Twin Sister//Emma Chamberlain + Dolan Twins +James Charles

forty four

ANNIE LAKEN

It's easy enough to say how much of a mess this was. How big of a blur we were all trying to push through. For me, I was worried about my sister more than anything, but at the same time I was angry. So angry. Not only at Asher for shooting her, but at myself for bringing her with me.

This is all my fault. Emma could be dying because of me.

Running a hand through my hair, flashbacks of what just all went down measly 3 hours ago as we all sat in the hospital waiting room.

Evelyn called the cops, her the most calm in the situation. I'm happy she was there and okay, but if it wasn't for her I don't know who else would have kept it cool for us.

The mental image of Emma laying in my arms, my hands holding her gunshot wound in her lower abdomen. Myself trying to stop bleeding, but my hands were completely red.

She was in pain, it was written all over her face and she began to slip in and out. James tried to keep her awake with me, trying to stay as strong as possible, but I know how hard it was. All I wanted to do was scream and cry.

Ethan held Asher down, Asher freaking the hell out, saying that he didn't want to go to jail. I'm pretty sure that's what he was saying, I tried to ignore it. Grayson held onto Maya, making sure she couldn't make a run for it. Tears streamed down her face, knowing she was going to be in a lot of trouble as well.

But I didn't care about them. All I cared about was my sister not dying.

And here we are. Waiting patiently to hear news about the surgery and how her body reacted to it.

Emma and I's parents were on their way. I had Grayson call them for me. I couldn't speak at all without breaking down. I felt like I needed to take responsibility for this. It was my fault and nobody can tell me otherwise. Everyone, but Evelyn and I didn't want to go see Maya. They knew something bad was going to happen. Emma even said she didn't want to die.

Now here we are.

"For Chamberlain?" A voice said, all of us looking straight up at the doctor who talked to us before hand.  My stomach stopped, praying that he was here to deliver good news and not something any of us want to hear. This doctor was the one who did the surgery, saying it was going well. It must be done now and Emma must be in recovery- at least I hope.

We all stood up, following the doctor a little bit down the hall so we could all be in private. Once we all stopped, huddling around him, he looked at me, nodding.

"She is in the ICU right now, slowly recovering. All her vitals look good, which is a fantastic sign. We will be moving her shortly soon, we just want to make sure we are seeing progress before doing so." A big sigh of relief left all of our mouths. I've never felt so relieved in my life, but I still felt awful. Emma doesn't deserve to be going through this right now. Nobody deserves this. I should have been the one, not her...

"Thank you so much, when do you think we can see her?" I asked, a few tears gliding down my cheeks. My emotions were all over the place, not knowing how to feel right now.

The doctor rubbed his hands together, "You will be able to see her soon, but the police are here to talk to you about the incident. I know you want to see her, but the police need the answers now." He explained, myself nodding, but not wanting to talk to the police just yet.

I'm in no state of mind, but I know I have to.

"Okay, just come get us when we are able to see her?" I asked, just wanting to hold on to my sisters hand and apologize to her.