Chapter Eighty-Four: Head on

Andrea was placed on a stretcher and carried by two nurses, Bree and Sophia going to the ER. Bree gripped the edge of the stretcher so hard her knuckles turned white. She could not find a better way to express how concerned she was. She couldn't use her words because Andrea's eyes were closed and her skin was pale, it would be futile to use words, so she could only grip hard the edge of the stretcher as they ran in the halls towards a particular something.

When they got to a door, Bree and Sophia were prohibited from advancing, Bree could only acquiesce and find a place to sit nearby, roughly grabbing her hair. There was this unsettling feeling she was having, her hands were shaking though some strands of her hair were caught in between her fingers. Her breathing was ragged. It was like she was a child all over again, coming to the hospital to see her mom after being continuously told that her mom was going to die by a sociopath and it was her fault.