“…if we—” the hospital director was not able to finish his thought, for in that moment his son burst into the room, bloody and frantic. Almost at once, Charles was on his feet, moving to grip Barnabas by the arm, completely disregarding the rather confused-looking assistant as he moved to haul his son from the room.
“What’s happened?!” Charles demanded.
“What’s happened?!” Charles demanded.
lady makes pretty things <3