That night, I walked upstairs to my bedroom, seeing Priscoll lying on the bed. I wanted to talk to him, but I decided to leave it for the morning. I was too scared to stay with him on the bed, so I decided to sleep on the couch instead.
The next morning, I was awoken by a loud scream downstairs. I rushed downstairs to find Sarah standing over Priscoll, who was lying on the floor. He was bleeding and unconscious.
Sarah was frantic.
"Joanna, I didn't do it!" she exclaimed.
"I was just walking downstairs and I saw him lying there!"
I rushed over to Priscoll and tried to wake him up, but he wasn't responding. I felt a surge of panic as I realized he was still breathing.
"Sarah, we need to get him to the hospital!" I exclaimed.
"Call 911!"
Sarah quickly grabbed her phone and dialed the emergency number,
I tried to stay calm and think clearly. What had happened to Priscoll?
