JULIA
"Doctor, are you done?" I asked, my voice strained.
"...and one last stitch," the doctor muttered. He cut what I assumed was the suture.
"I just need to clean it again, then I'd call Mr. Astor to fetch—"
I didn't let the doctor finish his statement. Instead, I jumped out of bed, placed my shoes on—thank goodness, they were slip-ons—and ran away from the minor operating room.
"Miss Julia!" the doctor exclaimed, still holding onto the remaining suture and scissors.
However, I ignored him and continued on with my way. It was a faint shout. However, I was sure. That was Andy. My Andy.
I walked through the hallways like a madman until the screams became louder.
"I want my mommy! Please let me go to my mommy," Andy sobbed. My heart raced as I found his voice getting closer
