Vanessa’s P.O.V.
I was standing outside the ICU room where Ethan was right now covered in bruises and so many injuries. The doctors were treating his wounds and every increased wire connected to his body were making me worried for him. I felt like crying. I already had called Mrs Winters and William. They were on the way here. I was biting my nails anxiously. One of the doctors from trauma told me that he was critical and they couldn’t tell me his exact condition until they got the results of the tests and it was making me more worried. He was lying there lifeless and I felt like I would crash anytime.
“Mrs Nash”, I looked in the direction of the person who called me. I saw a police officer standing near me. “I am sorry but I need to take your statement”, he looked at me apologetically.
