When we arrived at the hospital, he was taken straight to the emergency unit. Andre screamed orders that they should commence surgery immediately. It was the same ward Wyatt had been into.
Life truly does come full circle, doesn't it?
Only this time, the doctors wouldn't even look at us. Hospital policy instructed that they only provided information about a patient to his immediate family. Helen and I weren't.
"Fucking distasteful! I just want to know if he's going to live! Don't you understand?"
"Ma'am," the doctor said, exhaling calmly. "Please calm down. This is not my doing. It's just how things work over here."
"Lana," a deep voice called behind us. I turned to see Andre striding into the waiting room, his face cleaned of blood, although his shirt was still coated in deep crimson. He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. I relaxed.
