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Titania

I don't know how long Kristoff and I sit there, on those metal chairs down the corridor, waiting anxiously, our hearts thudding in our chests — I listen to his beating erratically beneath my left ear where I rest my head against his chest. He's just as scared as me. Perhaps he feels he'll be in much bigger trouble if Uncle Patrick dies at his hands. I know that with my uncle's corpse as evidence, I can put him behind bars.

But all thoughts about anything else other than Uncle Patrick barely bug me. I simply don't care anymore. Pretending to be asleep, I keep my ears down despite the noise from the nurse and a few visitors' chatters. I jolt up hastily whenever a door is pulled open, and let Kristoff pull me down in disappointment when I realize it's not the emergency room's door. I panic, my mind is flooded with all sorts of bad news, all sorts of possibilities.

Oh Lord, please save him.

At last, the emergency door opens and the doctor who normally comes around to check up on U