SHAY
Detective Oliver was covered with his father's blood. Tori was sitting beside a stoic Rachel.
I feel like I was watching the scene in front of me from a movie.
We rushed George Oliver to the medical building. The bullet has pierced him deeply in the chest, narrowly missing his heart.
I wanted to comfort the Detective, but I was quite aware that I was the last person that he would want to see right now.
Gratefully, the guy beside him, whom I had come to know as Ronald, seemed to be doing a decent job consoling the Detective.
Sensing that I wasn't needed while the family was awaiting the surgery result, I decided to make myself useful.
My stomach was grumbling. We barely had eaten anything before the incident.
I looked back towards Rafael. He hasn't lifted his head ever since the doctor had offered a little reassurance of his father making it out alive a few hours ago.
"Hang in there, Detective." I silently said, wishing I could whisper that to him.
