After a while the doctor came to me and said only 5 words. "He is knocked unconscious now." She said. She had long brown hair that was perfectly staright, perfect blue eyes like Zac Efron and white high top converse. She has my style. I nodded getting back on topic. "It was that bad?" I commented. She shook her head. "no ma'am. He has to stay like that while we feed him a special medicine because his stomach's bones are mostly out of place." She smiled and it soon faded away. Probably by the look on my face.
I finally had the courage to walk into the room. When I sat down in the chair, i cupped my face in my hands and began to sob. This is all my fault. The worst part of it all is that Hadley will be mad at me.
About 30 minutes after me thinking, I marched up to a nurse working at a computer. "Ma'am, I know I'm under 18 years old, but I'm gonna spend the night here. He's my brother....sorta." I said strongly and proudly. She sighed and rolled her eyes. She looked at Hadley's room door. "Fine but call his parents and "sorta" yours." She said in the most annoyed voice I have ever heard. Then I smiled like I had done nothing wrong and I didn't just boss off the nurse and walked back into the room gently and called Mrs. Stewart.
