9

Dr. Gomez was finishing his coffee outside of the ER. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Dr. Delaney, she sounded worried. And she should be. Her sister lost a lot of blood and everything looked terrible when they saw her. In his line of work, it sometimes surprises him still what kind of evil humans are capable of. It looked like she was beaten up, not beaten up to death, almost but not was as though the purpose of the beating was to inflict pain, terrible pain, to make her suffer.

Blood was accumulating inside her left lung. There were a good number of broken ribs, a broken clavicle, and a broken shoulder. Her head didn't look like it was injured, except for the beating her face had received. And her wounds. The stab wound in her right thigh was so strategically placed, almost hitting a major artery. The stab wound in her abdomen lacerated her spleen. One broken rib punctured her liver. She was in bad shape, alright. He told himself as he sipped the last drop from his coffee.

He noticed a 40-ish kind of guy, wearing a shirt and jeans he probably picked up from the hamper, walking as quickly as he could. He entered the emergency room and went directly to the nurse's station. He was quickly followed by a girl, walking at a fast pace. She looked like she just got out of bed.

"Uncle James!" Sarah called.

Uncle James turned around and saw Sarah, they hugged each other.

"They said she's in surgery. We have to wait for it to finish before we find out more." He told her.

It still hadn't dawned on her, that Lana's life could really be in danger.

"What happened to her?" She asked meekly.

"I don't know. I don't think anybody knows at this time, honey." He answered.

"But I spoke to her. Last night. We spoke to each other last night." She still couldn't believe.

Uncle James just embraced her as she stared.

Dr. Gomez approached them when he finally realized who they were. "Excuse me, sir, ma'am."

Uncle James looked up, "Yes?"

"Mr. Delaney?"

"No, it's Mr. Mason."

"Oh, sorry. I must've mistaken you for another person."

"No, no. Sorry. She's a Delaney." Turning to Sarah. "I'm Mr. Mason, I'm the uncle."

"Oh, okay. Good, I thought I got the wrong people. I spoke with a Dr. Delaney over the phone. She contacted me a few minutes ago. She was asking for more information regarding her sister's condition but I couldn't give her any. I felt bad that I wasn't able to help her as I should. So, if I could be of assistance to you now—"

"I see, you know Rachel?" Uncle James asked.

"Actually, no. She called me because we have a common friend."

"Oh."

"It would be best, I think, if you stayed in the waiting area. The ER can be a bit stressful. Let me lead you to it." He offered.