Bryan
“Why isn’t Melanie in the nurse’s room?” I bark, pulling her into my chest and she sobs out louder, her arms circling my neck. The jacket that had been over her shoulders falling to the floor then as her hands had not been in the sleeves.
I smell the rusted blood on her head and pull her back to examine her scalp. “Melanie-”
“I’m scared Bryan,” she cries out and my eyes widen when I feel the wound on her head, my fingers soaked in her blood. My stomach lurches while my mind whirls with a million questions but none make an actual exit out of my lips.
“Her parents said to allow you to come in, and your mother gave her consent. Please convince her to see the nurse, please. In fact, I think it’s too late for that now,” Mr. Matthews's eyes are on my hand that I am now holding out f
