Emma

Emma POV

The door opens, and I hear someone get into the seat beside me. I hear the truck start, and then it moves. I try to see who is in the truck. Is it Aspen? I wait to see Angela or at least feel her. 

"My arm is broken, I think," I say. I see some movement from the corner of my eye. Aspen, it is Aspen. He reaches above him and releases a hook or something, but I am unsure what it is. I want to see, but it is so hard through my swollen eyes. 

I hear something raise, like a door or something. "Emma, It is me. I am here for you," Angela says. I begin to cry. 

"Do not cry, sweetie. It will make your eyes more swollen. Please try to remain calm," Angela says. I nod my head to let her know I am trying. I am a sobbing mess as I feel Angela check me. 

"I need to get a good look at you. I am going to help you back into the space where I am. It is a small cab with a bed and a lot mo