“Ha! Game on, biatch.”
I rise from the floor, walking over to peer out the small window with her. It’s gotten pretty deep over the last few hours. Saint’s people are scattered throughout the grounds, clearing the pathways to the entrance gates.
“Ladies.” Both of us turn to the open bedroom door, finding Dr Beverley standing at the threshold, “Jenna has asked to see you both.”
“What?”
“Right now?” we both reply in unison.
My heart pounds against my chest.
Jenna’s progress has been steady since she’s been here, but I didn’t expect this.
The doctor nods with a smile, tilting her head for us to follow her. She leads us to a wing I haven’t been in before, the longcorridor seemingly vacant, all apart from a room that amber light bleeds from beneath.
She stops just a few feet away, dropping her voice low so that only we can hear. “Before you go in—I know it’s difficult, but try to refrain from high emotions; she startles easily and is prone to panic attacks. I’ll be right outside the door if you need me or get concerned about her.”
Regina and I bob our heads frantically, looking at each other.
A silent message passing between us.
This is it.
This is the moment we’ve dreamed of for the last six years: being reunited with the missing part of our trio.
I swallow heavily, pushing open the door wider with a shaky palm as the room comes into view. Now I know why most of these rooms are vacant.
This is like a hospital wing, the entire room set up for medical attention.
Its walls are painted light and airy, cabinets line the space, and an IV drip stands in the corner of the room, right next to the bed, where an alive Jenna sits perched up with wide, sunken eyes.
Her voice is so small, so vastly different to the wild girl we knew. “Indie? Gina?”
“Oh God, Jenna.” My voice breaks, a broken breath trying to get through my chest, but it can’t. My heart has swelled twice the size as I stare into her glittering eyes.
We both run to her, each of us taking a side as she holds her frail arms out, catching us as we crash into her.
How the hell can one expect us not to have high emotions?
“We missed you so much,” Regina sobs.
“We’re so sorry we weren’t there.” I squeeze her tightly, and she squeezes right back, her body spasming in my hold as her own tears fall.
We stay like that for what feels like forever. Sniffles and stuttered gasps of breath fill the room as we hold her for all the times we missed together.
“Is this real?” she whispers as we pull away, sitting on each corner of her bed.
“Yes, yes it is,” I answer, my gaze really taking her in. Asking myself the same question.
She pushes her dark hair back, shaking her head as she stares directly ahead. “I keep thinking I’m hallucinating.”
“We’re definitely real,” Regina says softly, gently taking her hand and pressing it to her cheek. Jenna’s eyes crinkle at the corners, a tear finding its way down her pale skin as she shakes her head. “I can’t believe you’re both here.”
She turns to me, turning her hand as I place mine in it, holding onto it for dear life as I speak. “We can’t believe you are. How are you feeling?”
She huffs a laugh, cocking an eyebrow. “Nauseous as fuck if I’m honest; it’s a pain in the ass.”
There she is.
