They rushed Chris into the Emergency Room, with Kevin Cliff loudly summoning doctors and nurses, his terrifying demeanor almost at the point of pressing a gun against the doctors' foreheads.
When the surgery lights came on, and the door closed, Charlotte Green's body could no longer bear it, and she collapsed to the ground.
Kevin Cliff caught her, said nothing, but took out a handkerchief to wipe the fresh blood from her hands.
"What should we do? Will Chris die? What will I do if he dies?" Charlotte was already babbling incoherently.
The image of Ethan's death four years ago vividly resurfaced before her eyes.
"No, Chris wasn't hurt in the head; he won't die, he definitely won't!" Kevin Cliff analyzed calmly for her.
But he didn't know that he was also scared, probably even more scared than Charlotte, afraid that the little boy who acted so mature would leave them just like Ethan did back then.
