*Lexie’s POV*

I pace back and forth outside Robert's room. Lately I have started to worry about so many things, like the possibility that Thomas contacted someone and made that shooting, and if that is true, it means this is all my fault, amplifying my growing feeling of nausea. My vision blurs, and I have to grip the wall for support.

"Miss Montgomery?" A kind-faced nurse approaches me with concern etched on her face. "You don't look so ...