A few hours later
"Don't worry, Ambs. He will be okay."
It's been so long since the doctors took Nathan into the ICU. So long. There's still no news about his condition, as they said that he's been hit pretty bad, and there are like 20% percent chances of him making it. The thought alone haunts me, so I try to be optimistic. I don't know how everyone is acting so calm, like how can they? Liam is sitting beside me. He hasn't cried though, and I wonder why, because he is very emotional and sensitive.
Nathan's mom, and aunt, along with Sam are sitting opposite to us, a sad, painful look on their faces. Sam passes me a smile after every minute, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
And me? I am just sitting on this pathetic uncomfortable hospital chair, which has me feeling numb, but I don'
