*Michael's pov*
I pulled up outside of the hospital and ran into the waiting room. "Please," I shouted, "I need help!" I ran back to the car where y/n was, her weak body stretched across the backseats, blood trickling down her beautiful face. I lent in to the car and swept her into my arms. Her body was cold and motionless. A tear trickled down my face and splashed onto her pale, closed eyelid. I carried her into the waiting room and placed her down onto a bed. They wheeled her into a room and I followed. "That's a nasty cut she has on her head," observed one of the doctors, "and her body is covered in bruising." He pulled off her shirt to reveal large, purple bruises covering her chest. The doctor turned to me, "do you know what happened to her?" He asked. I shook my head. He narrowed his eyes, looking as though he didn't believe me. "Honestly," I said, "all I know it that she has an abusive boyfriend and a mum whose a bit of a druggie. Last night I fell asleep at her place. At 2 in the morning, she woke me up, shouting that I had to leave becuse 'they' were coming. But I didn't know who they were. I left almost immediately. Then this morning she didn't show up to school, so I went to her house, to see if she was okay, and I found her lying on the floor, blood pouring from her chest and head." I looked down at y/n, trying to hide my tears. "Please," I whispered, "please, just make her better."
