As I neared the house, I panted, begging for air. I gasped as I saw my worst fears confirmed. Blinding cops lights flashed, two stretchers had filled body bags on them, and an ambulance was being loaded with one live person, or barely alive person. Lui. Ignoring the screaming officers, I rushed to his side and road with him to the hospital, staying silent as EMTs began to work on Lui. There wasn't much they could do, just try their best to stop the bleeding until they got to the hospital. Jeff tried to gut him. His stomach was cut open, his face was cut up, and he was in and out of consciousness. Two EMTs were trying to regulate his breathing, while another took note of my face and began to try and disinfect the wound, placing a thick white bandage over it. I kept telling them I'm fine, that they need to focus on Lui. I was shocked when I heard him. "G-guess.... m-message?" Lui said in a very aired, raspy voice. I gently squeezed his hand," Yeah, I got it, Lui.", I did my best to flash a smile as he went unconscious again. I sat there worried as they pulled up to the emergency room entrance. They took him into surgery immediately, forcing me to wait outside. 'He'll live Mercy', the voice from my dream said. "My name is (y/n), dumbass," I said annoyed. Much to my inconvenience, a nurse just happened to pass by as I was just speaking to nothingness. "Miss are you okay?" I smiled politely and nodded as she walked away. Why Jeff? Why did you do this?  I asked myself as I tried to get comfy in the waiting room chair as I waited for news on Lui's condition. Slowly, I could feel sleep taking hold of me.