"Xenia is fine." Lottie kept reminding herself as she paced in front of a door in the infirmary. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and her eyes looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. She kept looking at the closed door before her, whispering to herself. Her mind was racing with thoughts of her friend, who had been missing for a few weeks.
After that day, Lottie has been waiting at the infirmary. Waiting for news about Cristobal. He suffered from many broken bones, internal bleeding, and a concussion. Nurses were surprised he was even alive. Lottie inquired about his memory, and they told her there was a possibility of him remembering nothing. They would have to wait and see how he recovered, but that was a possibility Lottie couldn't accept.
The door to Cristobal's room op
