'Emma?'
'What?'
'We need to go see Nisha,' Lana whispered.
'Oh—Nisha! They were finally going out together. Oh, God. Oh, poor Nisha. I don't know how she's going to take this.'
'I'm sure Declan has probably already told her. Let's get dressed and go see her.'
Emma nodded and grabbed her nearest clothes. Even Lana just put on a pair of sweatpants and jumper. She didn't even bother with her hair.
The infirmary was full of the sounds of sobbing as they pushed open the door. They went straight to Nisha's bed. Leaning back against the pillows, she was smiling.
'Nisha?'
'Emma?'
'Yes, it's Lana and me. We came as soon as we heard. We're so sorry. Are you... okay?'
'I wasn't okay. I felt it when it happened… you know? I just knew. It was like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, but
