Simon's POV:
In the waiting area at St. Anne's Hospital, a folding knife lay beside an overturned chair. Derek gripped the wrist he'd slashed, blood dripping between his fingers.
His mother threw her arms around him, her face ashen as she screamed at Brady. "Do you see what you've done? This is all your fault!"
Brady cowered behind his father and shook his head in terror. "I only saved him... Dad, I want to go home."
"No one is leaving!" Derek's father blocked the exit and slapped the agreement down in front of them. "Sign this first!"
"Move!" An officer forced his arm aside while another pressed down on the wound on Derek's wrist. The body camera on the officer's chest was still recording. Derek's father reached out, then finally thought better of trying to stop them.
Derek didn't d
