IT WILL BE ALRIGHT

The hospital was eerily quiet for a huge establishment. It’s almost as if I can hear all of our fluttering heartbeats combined, the three of us, Liam and Jake, preparing ourselves from the worst-case scenario.

Liam’s disquietude is the most palpable amongst the three of us, who’s blankly staring on a dingy wall with both of his hands, clasps tightly, affixed to his mouth.

I caressed Liam’s ruffled hair as we wait for Evans’ health results, hoping not a vital organ was maimed on the stab.

The surgery took an hour before the doctor went out of the E.R. door.

“How is he? Is he doing alright?”

I can see Liam’s desperation to see Evans being in fine fettle, setting aside his ill-will for his cousin.

Our satisfying sigh of relief begot a joyful rush running through our body when the doctor announced that there was no critical injury being subjected despite the puncture.

It wouldn’t take