Laria Jenkins (POV)
As we sat there, we heard footsteps walking toward the waiting room. We turned to see the doctor walking in still wearing his scrubs with some blood on them. We all stood up as he cleared his voice.
“He is out of surgery, but he is still not out of danger. He was pretty bad with broken ribs, a punctured lung, and internal injuries.” My mom gasped and I grabbed her hand. “He is being brought up to the intensive care unit now. It is going to be a rough seventy-two hours.”
“Will he live? I mean will he be, OK?” My mom spoke sounding choked up.
“It will be up to him and his will to live. Medically, I have done all I could.” The doctor answered.
My mom let out a sobbing sound and I put my arm around her shoulder.
“He will make it, Mom. I know he will. He has a lot to
