What You Do To Me

Chapter 23: Maxwell's POV

Aubrey Snow ^^

"I'm here to sign in." I say to the lady at the front desk. I try to be polite but I'm really in a hurry. "I need to see Emma Snow."

"She just got out of surgery, are you family?" The bored looking receptionist asks.

"N-no but-"

"Then I can't let you in." She says.

My eyes widen.

"Wait no but-"

"Maxwell?" I hear a voice ask me from behind. I turn to it.

A beautiful looking woman stands there.

She looks like an older version of Emma.

Same wavy, dirty blonde hair thrown back in a ponytail, same calm, turquoise eyes, same high cheekbones and straight teeth. She's wearing light, skintight jeans, a pink, short sleeve t-shirt that seems to hug every curve of her body, white converse, and a golden chain with a small white rock on the end.

She looks like a model.

"H-hello." I stammer, instantly nervous around this woman.

"I'm Aubrey." She says and holds out her hand. "Emma's sister."

"I'm Maxwell." I say and cringe. She already knew that. I take her hand as she smiles, showing off her bright white teeth.

"Do you know what room Emma's in?" She asks and I shake my head.

"All I know is she got out of surgery, but they won't let me in to see her." I mumble.

"But you're family." She says, confused. I glance at her. What?

Aubrey seems not to notice my confused glance and she steps forward.

"I need to see Emma Snow." She says and the woman scowls.

"Fine. Room 363." She says and rolls her eyes. Aubrey nods.

"Come on Max." Aubrey says, looping her fingers through mine and leading me down the hallway.

We have to take an elevator jam packed with people and I use it as a chance to shoot a text to Casey, who I had accidentally left in the waiting room.

"Hey, I got in with Emma's sister, she's fucking beautiful."

I tell him.

He sends back a peach, a winky face emoji, and an eggplant.

I roll my eyes and choke back a laugh.

Aubrey glances at me, and then my phone.

Her eyes widen as she reads the messages before I can turn the screen off.

I go bright pink and she smiles a little before turning back to the elevator doors.

At least she's not freaked out.

When the elevator stops on our floor, Aubrey re-loops her fingers through mine and pulls me away.

She walks slowly, checking every door until she finds room 363, and when she does, she throws the door open.

By "just got out of surgery," I presume the receptionist meant, "been out of surgery for at least an hour." Because the one time I got surgery, I definitely didn't look this good after just getting out.

And I wasn't even in a fire.

I mean sure, Emma had several scratches and lots of stitches. Bruises and burn marks, but she looked ok. Smiling a little, well rested.