Roommates

34:We're Just Strangers 1

"Spencer you have to believe us-" Livi and Jessy scrambled at my open apartment door.

"What happened in here?" Livi asked. They entered the apartment apprehensively while taking in the trashed looking room.

Being barely able to speak, I just told them what the note Spencer had left for me contained.

Jessy was listening intently whole I spoke, boiling with anger, frustrated, sad, and annoyed.

"Shit" Livi said.

"It's whatever"

"No it's not whatever! How can you say that!! It's Spencer we're talking about here!" Jessy voiced out her annoyance.

"Any luck findin any- what happened in here?" Jack arrived as well. Jessy and Livi updated him on the ordeal.

2 hours later

The room was back as it was before my tantrum happened. Jack, Livi, Jessy, and I cleaned it up and disposed of the broken stuff. All in all it was in good shape.

I had grew calmer and less angry by the time we finished everything and I could actually think.

I was getting Spencer back.

"yeah I got nothing"

"Me neither"

"Yeah same"

"He obviously doesn't want to be found"

"It's not his call. I swear to God that when I see him I'm going to skin him alive" Livi said.

"I mean come on where could he be? He doesn't have anywhere to go except for his dad's place right?"

That made sense. "Yeah. Yeah of course! He has to be there" I shot up and went to that envelope he left 1000$ in.

I counted five 100 bills and gave them to Jessy. "Get the proof that the DNA test is fake. Maybe it'll cool him down"

"Jack, can you stick around in case Spencer shows up?"

"Yeah of course"

"Shit wait. Check that dorm room he used to room in first. It's Block B room 208"

"On it" Jack said, rushing out of the room.

I decided to head out to his hometown anyway. I had no time to waste. And if Spencer was actually in the dorm with that Nicholas guy Jack would call me and I'd head back.

I got a call from Jack right before I reached the highway of the interstate. I parked my car to the right and took the call.

He said that he wasn't there and his previous roommate hasn't seen him since he left.

I stepped down the pedal as hard as I could, forgetting to check the mirrors if any cars were driving by.

Before I could take off up the highway, I felt my car shake as if it was hit by shock waves.

Time slowed down but at the same time it was only an instant.

You could hear the glass crashing and the airbag going off. My body shook and slammed and then it was nothing. I wasn't worried about Spencer anymore.

In fact I wasn't worried about anything anymore.

<Special P.O.V: Jack>

We could do nothing but wait, and waiting was something I'm not good at.

Jessy was here with me, bawling her eyes out with weeping and silent crying. No matter how much Livi tried to comfort her, she kept crying harder and harder. She had always been the sensitive friend.

The doctors were inside with him, and they didn't seem like they were coming out anytime soon.

we didn't know anything about his condition at all. No one told us anything. One nurse asked if his parents are here, which they weren't. If I knew Ryder's parents well, they'd be too shaken to even come here. They rather have him dead than pay hospital bills. So my guess: They weren't coming.

I called Spencer over fifty times. I started to believe that he threw his phone in some ditch.

I tried Hunter's phone, but it goes straight to voice mail. I was craving any sign from Hunter, a text, a call...anything. But I was unlucky.

I was shaking with panic. My bestfriend is missing and no one knows anything about him, while my other bestfriend is between life and death, that's if I was being optimistic.

halfway through my voicemail to Hunter, I started crying. "I really need you right now, like I'm not a needy person but I don't know what to do at all. I can't get ahold of your brother and we don't know if Ryder is okay, and not even his parent's are here and I just really need some help"

<Special P.O.V: Linda>

"Good afternoon, Chantal. Is Dr. Grayson in the ER?" I asked the receptionist for my husband. He's usually at the neurology ward, but he wasn't so my guess was that something came up in the ER.

"Afternoon, Dr. Linda. Yes he is. There was a car accident around Pendrive, Rivertown and they transferred the patient here." Chantal replied dryly, as if that shit happens everyday. Actually to think about it, it probably happens more often than I thought.

"Oh dear!" I ran as fast as my heels let me.

I asked a few nurses in the ER and they told me that the patient is called Ryder Rowan, and that he resides in Hilltown, which oddly sounded too familiar, but I couldn't put a finger on it. However, when I saw the people waiting outside for him, I realized I definitely know him from somewhere.

"Professor Linda? What are you doing here?!" the sad crying young man recognized me.

"Hi, yes. I don't mean to sound rude but I know I've seen you before?"

"I'm Jack, Spencer's friend. We went to -"

"Oh yes yes I remember you. Wait!" it was then that I remembered that Ryder Rowan is Spencer's love interest. "is that his boyfriend in there?" I asked and realised I shouldn't ask that because...

"Yes" Jack said and broke down to tears.

...that would happen.

I'm a psychiatrist, I know these things. Yet I say them anyway. YET I yell at my son for doing the same thing.

Not the point.

"I'll see what I can do" I patted Jack on his shoulder and clicked my heels towards the operation room.

The boy looked in bad shape. Liam was going over some brain scans and I had a small concise chat with him.

Jack and his friends were around me the moment I emerged from the OR.

I didn't know how to tell them.

So I lied.

I told them them that they still don't know his situation yet. I didn't want to freak them out even more.

But deep down I hated it. I hated that I was lying to them. He wasn't okay in anyway or form and when my husband Liam, the most optimistic doctor, says it's really bad, then it's really really bad.

I thought of Spencer.

I didn't agree with his decision of leaving all his friends and life, but as his psychiatrist, I had to take things easy and go along with him.

I had to do anything to make him keep taking his medication and checking in with me.

I didn't want that kid to go downhill and I didn't want him to take matters in his own hands because he was unstable. But I couldn't not tell him.

So back in my office, I dialled the number Spencer gave me.

"Linda? Is everything alright?"

More soon x