The doctors rush Chey into the Er, and get her vitals going. They take an X Ray of her, and eventually locate the bullet near her ribs.
"This girl has got luck on her side." One of the nurses says, rolling Chey on the gurney, to the room that is preped for surgery.
Kian's POV:
I sprint through the hospital doors, and stop at the desk. "Sir please don't run in here!" The lady says to me.
I roll my eyes. "I need an update on a patient. She just came in I think. Her name is Cheyenne Lynn Garvey. She was shot and-"
The lady cuts me off. "I'm sorry sir. We cannot give out any information right now."
I slam my hands on the counter. "Bull shit! I need to know if she is okay!!!" I yell.
"I'm sorry, I ca-"
"No you're not!!" I growl, and turn around. Two male nurses grab my arms, and I shake. "Let me go!"
They escort me to a room, and sit me down.
One of the guys kneel down, and look at him. "Look sir. We know you're hurting right now, and you want answers. But we can't give out info on things we aren't certain on. You've gotta stay strong for the one your here for. Please calm down."
I take a deep breath, and nod. I close my eyes, and just put my head back.
This is a complete and utter nightmare.
4 Days Later
The nurses and docters still haven't told me a word about Cheyenne.
This makes me think it isn't okay.
That everything is going wrong, and she won't turn out fine.
And underneath it all, I feel like it's MY fault.
I used HER camera.
I tried to convince HER to not do what SHE wanted to do.
I caused HER to run away.
It's all MY fault.....
