Kay.
Carl is defeatedly lying on the bed with an oxygen mask on his face.
Three doctors are surrounding him with bloody hands, poking his stomach with some equipment.
What did they do to him?
"You are not supposed to be here," one of the men who is supposedly here to make sure no one enters is about to grab me, but a voice stops him.
"Leave her alone," Carls's father demands, and they quickly move away from me.
The room is large. Only Ed and Carl's dad are present, plus the guards.
I stand on wobbly feet and slowly approach the operating bed. Damn, I don't understand why I have to cry this much.
We just got back together, but it looks like fate is not in support of us.
"You don't have to watch that, Kay, come here," Ed mumbles, drawing me to his chest before I can reach the bed, a
