EMMA’s POV :
- - - - One Month Later - - - -
I woke up this morning to an alarming text from Ian.
Ian: Emergency. Ally’s in the hospital. Call me ASAP.
I jolted from the bed and quickly called his phone. It rang for a few times before he finally picked up.
“Hey? What’s going on?” I said to the phone.
“It’s bad,” he sighed. “I found her lying unconscious in her apartment last night. I had to bring her to the hospital to get her stomach pumped. She was mixing alcohol and prescription drugs,”
“Oh, no…” I breathed. “How’s she doing now?”
“She’s okay now that they’ve pumped her insides. But she’s not doing well at all. I’m worried about her,”
“Have you called her parents… or Richard?”
“She explicitly told me not to,”
“So, what can you do?”
“Nothi
