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"Please, we need help! Our friend is hurt!" Dior and Sarah burst into the hospital, their voices filled with urgency,
A nurse approached them, her expression one of concern. "What happened?" she asked, her eyes scanning over Rhead's limp form on the gurney.
Dior frantically, his hands shaking as he gestured towards Rhead's head.
The nurse nodded, her face grave. "We'll take care of him."
Rhead was rushed into the emergency room, Nurses and doctors swarmed around him, their urgent movements a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded moments ago.
As they waited anxiously for news about Rhead, time seemed to stretch on forever. Sarah couldn't shake the whirlwind of emotions swirling in her mind, memories of happier days with her best friend now clouded by the chaos that had torn their family apart. She collapsed into a nearby chair, her face pale and tear-streaked.
Meanwhile, Dior paced back and forth like a caged tiger, his footsteps echoing in the sterile hospital waiting room. He was torn between worrying about Rhead and Seve, whose fate still hung in the balance. They had narrowly escaped a dangerous confrontation, but at what cost? And what of Seve, who had chosen to stay behind in the face of danger?
"Oh god, please let him be okay," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible as she clung to Dior's hand, finding comfort in his presence.
He squeezed her hand gently, his eyes reflecting the same fear and concern that gripped her.
Finally, the tension was broken when a doctor emerged from the emergency room, his expression grave. Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she waited for his verdict.
"He's stable for now," the doctor said wearily. "But he's taken quite a beating. We'll need to keep a close eye on him."
Relief flooded through them at the news,
Sarah turned to the doctor with hopeful eyes. "Can we see him?" she asked, her voice tinged with both apprehension and longing.
The doctor nodded solemnly, his expression softening with compassion. "Yes, you can," he replied, his tone gentle yet resolute. "But please, be prepared. He's still recovering, and he may not be fully coherent."
Sarah's heart skipped a beat at the doctor's words, her anticipation mingled with trepidation. She exchanged a glance with Dior and with a nod of gratitude to the doctor, they rose from their seats and entered the room,
Sarah's breath caught in her throat at the sight of her lover lying pale and vulnerable in the hospital bed. She reached out to him tentatively, her hand trembling as she brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. "Hey, Rhead," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "It's me, Sarah.
ONE HOUR AGO
I stood rooted to the spot, my gaze fixed on the bustling street before me, my mind still reeling from the events that had transpired. Beside me, Dior paced back and forth, his movements restless and agitated. "Where are all the damn taxis?" he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. His eyes darted anxiously between the passing cars.
