“Dustin’s p.o.v”
I was laying here, staring at the ceiling in the ICU, as the nurses were disconnecting me from these machines so I could be moved to a different room. My mother was standing outside my room talking with the doctor’s again as Ethan paced back and forth on the phone. I woke up this morning from surgery, the doctor’s told me I was shot twice. Once in the chest, between my top two ribs puncturing my lung. The second in my left upper hip just shaving some of the bone off my pelvic bone.
I was filled with anger and frustration, my demon had broken free from me as this inner rage began to build within me. I should be out there chasing down whom ever tried to kill me, but even more so who tried to kill her. They tried to take her away from me.
Once the new machines were doing
