Page 48 of Winter Glam in Amsterdam

All of us are trailing after our own thoughts, our own personal speculations of what happened, one theory worse than the next, hoping our greatest fears didn’t come true.

What if she got drugged as well? What if it was something worse? What if she got into a car accident?

My hold on myself tightens as I take a deep breath and force my thoughts into another direction. All will be well. Everything will be okay. It has to be.

"Where's our sister?" Adam's booming, panicked voice reverberates on the bare hospital walls.

It's early. So early, in fact, that there are barely any people around as we sprint to the reception.

"Knowing the name of your sister might help," the nurse quips, lifting her red-tinted eyebrows almost up to her curly hairline.

"Zoey," Adam presses out. "Zoey Walker."

"Right," she murmurs, scanning the three of us staring at her, then types something into her computer so goddamn slowly it feels like she's doing it in slow motion in order to piss us off.

"Ah. Looks like we’ve been expecting you," she says, not looking too impressed by that face and nods to our left where we can see three elevators. “She’s in the VIP suite. Room 306. She's…”

But before she can finish her sentence, we have already taken off. God, we must look ridiculous. Four guys sprinting through the lobby like our life depends on it, then having to wait for the elevator as they descend down.

"Fuck it,” Reed whispers, turning around himself to scan the area. "Where are the stairs?"

Just in that moment, the elevator doors finally open and we rush inside, none of us able to remain still as it gets us to the correct floor.

Adam’s strides are so fast, we almost have to jog again to keep up with him, until he comes to a sudden stop in front of room 306, staring at the room number.

I can see the demons he’s fighting. All of us can.

“Let’s go,” Jackson says softly and puts his hand on Adam’s shoulder, opening the door with the other one and gently pushing Adam inside.

His shoulders tense and his breaths turn ragged and I’m afraid he’s going to hyperventilate, when suddenly time stops as we come to a stop and all four of us stare at our sister.

"What are you doing here?" Zoey looks at us confused, a spoon of cereal halfway to her mouth, wide eyes jumping between all four of us.

"What the…" Adam takes a deep breath, all the tension of the past fourteen hours draining from him at once. I quickly grab a chair, and he gives me a thankful nod as he sinks down on it, legs shaking and his hands trembling.

"What the fuck, Zoey?" Reed curses and pinches the bridge of his nose, hand patting the air until he finds a wall to hang on to.

"It's yourarm?" I ask, relief and confusion tainting my voice. The arm she’s not holding the spoon with is in a cast, from her wrist to the middle of her upper arm.

"Yes?" she answers, bemused, and lifts her left arm, putting the spoon back into her cereal bowl. "That's a cast. Good catch, Sherlock."

Jackson and I shoot each other a look. I’m not sure if I should let relief wash over me or get really fucking angry that she had us worrying for almost a day. All the worst case scenarios that we imagined, all the fear every single one of us felt and it’s just a broken bone?

"All that panic for a broken arm?" Reed speaks out loud what we’re all thinking, before he bursts into a maniacal laughter.

"What's going on here? How is that news? I messaged you."

All of us turn to Adam, whose expression slowly turns from apathetic to furious.

"You did not," he says very matter-of-factly, before taking a breath to calm himself down and takes out his phone.

"Nope, you didn't," Reed agrees. "I saw the message."

"Here." Adam pulls up his chat with Zoey and hands her the phone, and as soon as her eyes land on it, she pales, and her eyes grow wide.

"No, no, no." She scrambles for her own phone, quickly unlocking it, more color draining from her face when she pulls up her chat with Adam. Her eyes fill with tears as she lifts her head again.

"I didn't press send," she whispers, her panicked eyes jumping to us. "Oh my god, guys, I'm so sorry. I could swear I sent it."

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