Joe is lying on the hospital bed, he can barely move and he looks terrible.
His face has a few bruises and his shoulder has been bandaged. According to the police, he was stabbed with a kitchen knife, his father was shot.
My parents went to check on his body, while Tiffany brought me here to see Joe.
"Is he going to be okay?" I ask a doctor who is checking on him.
"Yes, the knife didn't go too deep, he lost a lot of blood, but we gave him a transfusion. He will be okay."
"How long has he been asleep?"
"Not for long, we gave him some sedatives, to keep him from moving a lot."
The doctor excuses himself and walks out, I sit on the seat next to the bed.
I've been crying nonstop since I got the news. It's not like I can stop the tears from flowing.
This is the second time I'm almost
