Gone

I hate blood. Every time I see blood, I am reminded of the things that happened to me.

I hate hospitals. I hate the dull color of the walls and the antiseptic smell of the air.

I look down at my trembling hands and find dried blood smeared on my body. Yuan touched my hand, stopping me from drifting back to my nightmares. He forced me to look at him, wiping the tears from my face.

“We need to get your wounds treated.” He said softly.

I don’t feel my wounds and the burns on my skin. I’m physically numb from everything that happened. I look around the waiting area outside the operating room. Mom is sitting next to Mrs. Sadoche while Dad’s sitting across from them, the nurse checking his wounds. Good thing that the bullet only grazed his skin.

“You think they’ll be fine?” I asked him. Yu just smiled at me then squeezed my hands. It’s been almost an hour since they put Kirian and Lucas in the operating room.

“They’re strong. Come on, we nee