At the Hospital – Doctor’s Office
Rain pattered gently on the windows as Kevin’s father sat in the cramped doctor’s office. He held his wife’s trembling hand tightly in his own, giving it a small squeeze.
> “She’ll be alright,” he said softly, voice rough with worry.
His wife swallowed and nodded, her eyes locked on the small TV bolted to the wall, which ran a looping news ticker. Images of the city skyline were serene—too serene.
> “With the explosions going on at the central city,” she asked bitterly, “why hasn’t anyone said anything about it yet?”
Kevin’s father exhaled through his nose and looked at the screen too.
> “The government’s trying their best to block every road into central city,” he said, rubbing his jaw. “It won’t—”
The door opened.
The doctor strode in, f
