"April?! IS HE ALRIGHT?" I yell. She remains quite looking down at me.
"ANSWER ME!"
"Why do you wanna know?" I heard Uncle Stephen, along with creaky sound of the chair.
He reached the near end of the bed I was in. I was starring at him.
"You are, in this condition because of him," He said. His words causing my gut to squirm.
"Uncle...Is he alright?" I asked slowly.
"He is! He..." April spoke but stopped as Uncle looked at her.
"f*****g ANSWER ME!" I yelled, enough of the drama for almost an year. Whu aren't they answering me? My headache increased as I yelled but hell do I care.
"He is Critical," She said.
"What?"
"The bullet, It hit the Aorta, of his heart, Doctors say there is little chance for his survival!" She says as Uncle Stephen glower at her.
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