Emma's P.O.V.
It was almost 8, so you knew that by now Victoria had gotten the tickets. You were smiling wildly, sitting there in your lonely room. The curtains were closed, but you could hear the cars rushing by on the ground outside. You slowly began drifting off to sleep. Days passed. Victoria never came to visit you and you were a bit concerned, but you were sure she had her reasons.
You were awoken one morning by a nurse bringing you breakfast. You thanked her and she nodded, thent told you that you had a guest. You sat up and began eating, keeping your eyes on the door. Victoria came in. She looked tired. "Where've you been, hon?" You asked. Victoria had a sour look on her face, and she sat an envelope on the bed beside you. "Is this..?" you asked excitedly, ripping the envelope open. There was your ticket to the concert. You excitedly bounced up and down, screaming. Then the excitement died down when you looked at Victoria. She still had that stern look on her face, and she nodded. She then stood up and walked to the door. "Bye." she said, then left.
You stared into your lap and the ticket and asked yourself, "What's her problem?" Then you remembered. The bracelet. You had taken it off before you had cut yourself because you were so sure she'd never forgive you. You thought that she would be done with you and that she'd take it back anyway. Oh no, no no no. You threw your tray out of your lap and jumped out of the hospital bed, your ticket going flying with everything else. Light-headed and dizzy, you sprinted to the door and then went sprinting down the hallway. You saw Victoria nearing the elevator and you booked it. "VICTORIA!" you called. She turned around and you saw a tear rolling down her cheek. She shook it off and sped up her pace to the elevator. She stepped inside and the doors shut, you left standing on the opposite side. You stood there for a while, then collapsed to your knees, sobbing. Had you really lost your best friend? A nurse soon noticed you and forced you back into your room.
Victoria's P.O.V.
On the elevator you recollected yourself, wiping away your tears and steadying your breathing. Your eyes were red and you had a streak of mascara down your cheek. You rushed through the lobby and out of the hospital with your head down so no one could see you. You hopped in your car and glanced over at your purse. You dug through it and found your ticket. You found it and looked at it. You weren't sure if you were crying or laughing, but you knew you'd go to the concert alone.
Emma's P.O.V.
You screamed at the nurse, "NO! NO! MY FRIEND! VICTORIA!" to which all the nurse did was shush you and get you back in your hospital bed. "Easy there, hon. You relax for tonight. You'll be released tomorrow." You were sobbing. Victoria didn't understand, but you really needed her to. Before leaving the nurse opened the curtains so you could get some light in your room. As she walked out you looked out the window and saw Victoria's car driving away. You hid your face in your hands and cried for what felt like hours.
You then saw your ticket on the table by your bed, where the nurse had put it, and you picked it up. You didn't deserve it. You were such an awful friend. A single tear rolled off your nose and landed on it. You freaked out and quickly put it back on the table. You were going to that concert, you couldn't pass that up. And you knew Victoria wouldn't either. You could find her there and explain everything and she would listen and forgive you.
At least, you hoped so. Another tear then fell from your face and, due to you sitting at the end of the bed, hit the ground and dispursed. What if she didn't listen? What if you had lost her? What if you blew it?
