Camilla

"He’s okay," my mom said, coming out of a nearby room. I sat up quickly.

"What?" I demanded. I felt relieved and furious at her for not letting me see him.

"Yes, he’s in with the doctor, let me take you to him," she offered.

I narrowed my eyes on her.

"Take me to him now," I demanded through my teeth. She gave me an apologetic look and nodded for me to follow her. I walked back with her to the doctor’s office. ...