Michael's pulse pounded in his ears as he ran toward the doctor, his feet barely touching the ground. He could hear hurried footsteps behind him, the others scrambling to keep up, but he didn't care. His entire world had narrowed down to the woman in the white coat standing before him. His mind screamed at him, filling his head with every terrifying possibility, but his heart refused to accept them.
He reached her, breathless, eyes wild with desperation. "What about Darren?" His voice came out raw, almost foreign to his own ears. His sudden approach startled the doctor, and she blinked at him as the others caught up, their faces just as frantic.
"Darren Copafield! Is he okay? Can we see him?" Nora's voice cut through the air, filled with so much urgency that even the other hospital staff passing by turned to glance at them. But before the doctor could respond, two more medical professionals stepped out from the same room she had emerged from.
