After running a hand through his blonde hair, Uncle Matthew came up to me. I gave him a small smile. "Why didn't you go?" he asked.
"The blood" I mumbled. A look of understanding crossed his face. "Is it over?" I questioned.
He nodded. "They're all dead" he confirmed. I sighed in relief. "Let's go inside. Stinson probably kicked them out by now" he stated.
I followed him inside the castle and to the hospital wing. Mom was pacing in front of the hospital room. David was sitting on the floor with blood covering his clothes. Dad was leaning against the wall with his poker-face. Slowly, I made my way to my family. "David, go wash up. The operation will probably take a while, so you have time"
David nodded before jogging down the hallway. Next person. I walked to Dad and gently put my hand
