My body trembled as I watched them rush Vlad to the hospital door.
“Wait, is that Vlad? Did I see correctly, Adra? Is that Vlad on the stretcher? What happened to him?”
I was too stunned to speak.
I don’t know Alta.
I don’t know what happened to him.
The people around us who had gathered have left.
They moved on with their own lives, that fast. I can’t blame them because they don’t know Vlad but what the heck.
We had an argument earlier, including Bernadette, but I never thought it would happen like this.
But…
Is this something to do with me?
Why do I feel like it is connected to me?
Is it because that made me feel bad that I feel this way?
Why do I feel guilty about what happened to Vlad?
“Hey! Are you okay Adra?” Alta asked.
“Huh?”
“Are you
