That's when realization hit. She was dying. I walked into her bedroom and found her a bloody mess on the floor. She was deathly ill and I had to save her. After gulping down my fear and placing her in a wheelchair the nurse provided we rushed down the left wing and brought her into a room. Just as we made it a stark looking doctor entered through the doorway. His black hair slicked back and his dark eyes traveling over the scene that played before him with what looked like mild amusement. The nurses rushed around Cryssy, placing her on the bed and setting up her IV. The moment I had explained what happened they took on a whole new level of urgency.
"Who might you be?" the doctor asked.
"Louis Tomlinson, Cryssy's brother" I lied, fearing he may make me leave if he didn't believe we were o
