Jay's POV:

I was biting my nails, moving back and forth like a crazy maniac.

My shirt was slightly bloody, and I couldn't stay calm no matter what.

When Martinez walked out of the ICU, I rushed to his side.

"Tell me now," I demanded.

He rolled his eyes, then put his hand on my chest, pushing me back a little.

"Brother, for a doctor, you act way too scary," he said as I angrily grabbed his coat.

"Tell me, damn it," I yelled at the top of my voice.

"I'm sorry," he ...