Chapter
forty-eight:
Jenna
had dressed after a long hot shower. She brushed her hair back into a high
ponytail and wandered out into the main room of the hotel room. Luke had gone
down to the restaurant to meet everyone else for breakfast, and Jenna was
supposed to meet them.
Jenna
slipped on her platform sandals and pulled a light cardigan over her tank top,
and admired herself in the bedroom mirror. Otherwise, she had on a pair of
short khaki shorts, which were a little too short, but made her legs look
longer.
She just hoped Becky wouldn’t notice, although she was sure Becky wouldn’t
mind.
Jenna
re-applied her favorite bubblegum lip gloss and admired herself in the mirror
one last time.
There
was a frantic pounding on the door.
“Just a sec!”
The
pounding grew louder.
“Okay,
okay!” Jenna jogged back through the main room.
“Jen! Open the door!” Christy shouted from the other side of the
door.
Jenna
grabbed her purse, and pulled open the door. “Relax, I’m not that late-“
“We
have to go! Becky’s in the hospital!”
“What?”
Jenna demanded in disbelief. “What the hell happened?”
“I
don’t know! Zac just called, he found Becky this morning lying on the kitchen
floor covered in blood! That’s all I know! Luke, Isaac and Taylor have got a
cab downstairs waiting!”
“Okay,
come on.” Jenna grabbed Christy’s hand and together they ran down the hall
towards the elevator.
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Becky
woke slowly. It took several moments for the shadows to fade away and for
reality to finally sink its way into her mind.
She
slowly opened her eyes and glanced around the room. She had absolutely no idea
where she was or how she had even got there. The walls were a faded shade of
sterile white, and the linens on the bed were stamped with a ‘property of
Becky groaned out loud and attempted to slide herself up into a better sitting
position, but the only part of her body that was fully awake were her arms. And
even they didn’t have enough strength to move her whole body.
She
hated hospitals. They always reminded her of sickness and moments of extreme
pain. So she always avoided them. Not to mention if she wasn’t sick upon going
to the hospital the myriad of scents and sights made her feel that way when she
left. And it severely creeped her out that the next
room could possibly contain a dead body.
The
room was no larger than her closet back home, and the only living object in the
room was a vase of pink roses; her favorite flower.
Becky
raised her hand and laced it on the back of her head, where a dull pain was
resonating from. She realized then that someone had braided her hair into a set
of French pigtails, most likely Christy and Jen’s handiwork.
The
door opened, and Zac poked his head in, looking somber. Becky had never seen
him looking so upset before, and it frightened her.
“Hey,
you’re awake… I brought you a bear… the biggest one they had in the gift shop.”
Zac set it down next to the flowers.
“Zac! Why am I here? What’s going on?” She asked worriedly.
“You
don’t remember?”
“No…
Well…” She thought for a second. “Well, I remember that I got up and I went for
some water, but the power was off… so I went out to the hall to look for
someone… and the hall was empty… so I went back into the room…”
“That’s
it? You don’t remember… hurting yourself?”
Becky’s
jaw dropped. She jerked back the blankets and saw a large blood soaked bandage
on her right thigh. She felt like she was going to be sick.
“I…
I didn’t do this!”
“Becca,
I spoke to the doctors… they said that with the angle of the wound… the doctors
said it was most likely that… it was self inflicted.”
“What?!” She demanded.
“You
didn’t do this because of the tour did you? I mean, you didn’t do this to
punish me for leaving?” He asked.
“Zac! How can you think I would do something like that! You know
that I can’t even stand the sight of blood! I can’t even watch ‘Scream’ without
feeling sick!”
He
sighed, and sat down on the edge of her bed. “I know.” He said solemnly. “It’s
just that… if you didn’t… who did?”
Becky
bit her lower lip.
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