CHAPTER 3

The room is silent except for the ‘beep, beep, beep’s that fill it. "¿Va a estar bien?(Is he going to be ok?)“ Alexa asks, a voice full of worry. Dad and Nellie are in the hospital. Nellie was punched and pushed to the floor. You wouldn’t need to be in the hospital for that, but Nellie’s old. So-.

“No estamos seguros, pero sus lesiones son críticas y pueden ser potencialmente mortales. La segunda bala fue disparada a su cráneo y apenas perdió su cabeza. Estamos haciendo todo lo que podemos. (We aren't sure, but his injuries are critical and may be life-threatening. The second bullet was fired at his skull and barely missed his brain. We're doing everything we can.)” I heard sniffles followed by short, wisp breaths. Alexa then stood up, brushed herself off. And ran off in a flash.

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“Gracias, Doctor Gonzalez.” I say, then I hurry off after her.