[William's point of view]
I saw my daughter get shot with my very own eyes. Natural protectiveness came over me. I was beyond enraged as I let out a enraged roar and began shooting multiple targets at once. All of them reaching their mark. The fight ended quickly thirteen seconds later, the rest of the men retreating back to where they came from. I scooped my daughter's limp body and made a mad dash to the nearest hospital. As I barged through the doors of the emergency room, the doctors and nurses swarmed me. I felt Erma's body being taken from me.
4 hours had passed and I was waiting outside the operation room with my coffee. I barely registered that Tom had sat down beside me. My mind was scattered as I prayed for my daughter's life to be saved. Another hour later, the doctor came out of the room. Tom and I rushed over to him and started bombarding questions.
"How is she?!"
"Is she alright?!"
"Can we see her?!"
After the doctor let us in, I ran over to where she was laid down sleeping. Needles digging into her body from every direction. The sight was almost too much for me to bear. To keep the tears from dropping to the floor, I had to look away from the depressing sight. Beside me Tom had gone into shock. I had just only regained my senses when Jenny came into the room looking devastated. And at the exact same moment in the other room, they found out.
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