"Allie!" I exclaim, smiling at her familiar, chubby face.
                          
"Vampire girl!" She exclaims back.
                          
"Or, do you go by Moana tonight?" I ask, putting a hand on my hip.
                          
The eight-year-old girl giggles, showing off the lack of her left front tooth. "Moana!" She grabs her older brother by the wrist and brings him forward. "Beckett didn't wanna come because he says he's too old,"
                          
Beckett rolls his eyes, looking down at his stained converse. "Shut up, Allie," He murmurs.
                          
Allie ignores him and continues talking. "But mom said that if he thinks he's too old for trick-or-treating, then he should babysit me," She grins proudly.
                          
Marisse laughs from beside me. "He looks like he's doing both,"
                          
Allie nods. "Yeah, because mom tricked him!" She jumps and raises her pumpkin pail towards me. "Candy, please,"
                          
I nod. "Of course!" I take my own pumpkin pail and start picking out three lollipops and four Twix bars, which I learnt, throughout our four years of experience, is her favourite.
                          
Allie turns back and examines her pail, giddily jumping and nagging for Beckett to bring her to the next door.
                          
"What - nothing for me?" He turns to both Marisse and I. "Least give me an M&M or something,"
                          
Allie groans, dragging him down the stairs and onto the walkway. "You don't get one! You're stupid!" She squeals as she forcefully brings him across the street where the door is all decorated with pumpkin and bat stickers.
                          
Grinning at the girl, I turn away and close the door behind me, my phone's ringing echoing throughout the hallway and catching my attention. "Hey, hold this for a second," I pass the pumpkin to Marisse.
                          
I return to the waiting room just as the doorbell rings again, and I let Marisse pass out the candy without me. "Hello?" I answer the call, my phone raised to my ear as I watch Marisse high-five a small boy in what seems to be an Anna costume, his mother donning an Elsa dress.
                          
"Hello, is this Clementine Ivers?" A soft voice replies.
                          
I nod, turning away and focusing on the call. "Yes, who is this?"
                          
"This is NYC Weston Hospital and you have been listed as an emergency contact for Aiden Lowe," She starts, and I furrow my brows at the mention of Aiden. "He has been involved in a car crash and has been admitted as a patient. He is currently in a comatose condition and has been treated for minor injuries,"
                          
"Do you need me to come in?" I ask, biting my tongue as I hate the question. Though I don't want to, I feel obligated.
                          
"If you can. Just find the reception and ask for Aiden Lowe's room." She replies before I quickly end the call, clutching my phone to my chest as I will myself to care at least one percent more for Aiden, just so I can feel less shitty about being there for him.
                          
I take off my fangs and coat and gather my belongings, making my way to the door. "Marisse, there was an accident somewhere and Aiden got involved," I sigh. "I'm his emergency contact,"
                          
Marisse pulls a frowning face. "Hm, I hate to say it, but go," She opens the door and lightly pushes me out. "See what the fucker got into,"
                          
I laugh, hopping down two steps at a time before I landed feet first on the pavement. I raise an arm and hail for a free cab driving towards.
                          
In a minute, it pulls up in front of me and I get in, directing the driver to my destination.
                          
Of all the places I want to be tonight, it isn't in a cab on my way to see my fucktard of an ex-boyfriend. But here I am anyway.