166

BRANDON

Reporters disperse in front of the hospital when I arrive after a call from Oliver, but I’m more anxious about Alayna’s state. What did this son of a bitch do to her? I still have no idea what happened because Ollie and Stan don’t have time to explain everything.

I break through the crowd that won’t let us pass. Some reporters ask about me, that fucker Drake, and his crime, but most are random; I can’t understand them. My mind is somewhere else to even try to fucking understand, so I couldn’t care less. I need to see my fiancée right away.

“Just keep going. I’m right behind you,” Jason instructs, then he and some security block the reporters and let me through.

“We are not answering questions for now, please. Give my family some privacy!” he yells, and his voice trails off as I go further.

Oliver is impatiently treading back and forth in front of the emergency room while on the phone. Stan, on the other hand, is sitting quietly on the bench as if in deep thought.

“Oliver. Stan