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I've been in the hospital for 3 days. I've laid in the bed for 3 full days. During the time of uncomfort I just laid still. Yet those few times of comfort of at least bareable pain I moved some. Stood or sat up. I asked constantly about Bella, but they wouldn't give any more details. I cried for her. I prayed for her. And even though I'm not religious, it was something to do for her.

"Bella... please be okay..." My words were muffled by the noises throughout the hospital. Over the course of these days I've decided on one thing. I will speak up. I will make my voice be heard.

I looked up to see a nurse pushing a stretcher with an unconscious man on it. I think of how I must have looked when I was brought in. My leg and back hurt like hell and I just can't be put at ease.

*Buzz*

It was a text from El.

"Hey Alex. I know you may not be in the right mindset to hear this but I have news."

I stared at the text. Mindset? News? This has to be bad. I couldn't think about the possibility that it is about Bella.

"What is it?"

The response was almost instant.

"They found the person that organized the shooting."