Freya Rose
"Tristan, oh my God!" I cried out, dropping to my knees in shock.
Clara sobbed while brushing her hand over Tristan's hair. Aiden carried him past her, and then up the few steps to the house.
"Dr. Dobson!" Aiden's grumbling voice boomed loudly through the air.
A shortish lady with long wavy red hair, and glasses came running through the house to meet him. She checked Tristan's pulse, and opened his eyes to flash a little torch into them.
"He's lost a lot of blood and his pulse is very weak, I need to get him into surgery as soon as possible. We haven't got time to waste. Quickly, put him in my truck, I've called ahead to the clinic and they have everything ready for us," she said as she ushered Aiden to follow her.
"Get up Freya we need to go, now!" Clara shouted at me frantically.
She grabbed my arm and pulled me up, and off of the ground. I didn't even get time to respond to her before she started dragging me through the house and threw me towards her car.