Katelyn’s POV

The lights outside the operating room were too bright. They hummed above my head and made the white walls look even whiter.

I sat on the hard bench, hands locked together in my lap The double doors had swallowed Ethan hours ago. Since then I had not moved far.

They swung open. A doctor in a cap and mask stepped out, then pulled the mask down. “Ethan’s condition is critical,” he said.

“The bullet caused heavy bleeding and fractured the femur. We are trying to repair ...