My body trembled as I watched them rush Vlad to the hospital door.

"Wait, is that Vlad? Did I see correctly, Adra? Is that Vlad on the stretcher? What happened to him?"

I was too stunned to speak.

I don't know Alta.

I don't know what happened to him.

The people around us who had gathered have left.

They moved on with their own lives, that fast. I can't blame them because they don't know Vlad but what the heck.

We had an argument earlier, including Bernadette, but I never thought it would happen like this.

But...

Is this something to do with me?

Why do I feel like it...