The door opened to reveal someone sleeping on the bed. I gasped when I saw who it was.

“Melissa?” I walked closer to the bed, hoping I was seeing the right person.

She was not talking, she was hooked to wires. The heart monitor that revealed the best of her heart was beeping steady. Her eyes were closed and she had a blackened eye, her lower lip was split as if she had been given a sharp jab there.

“What happened to her?” Zach asked. He took pictures.

“Now is not the time for social media, Zach.” I asked, quite angry.

“This is not for social media, Katherina. I know...