Olivia
“Miss Olivia?” The doctor’s eyes scanned the sparse waiting room before they landed on me.
Aside from a few other people, it was mostly empty.
There was a girl sitting next to her father, her head between her legs with a bag on standby for whatever stomach bug she was going through; her father was rubbing her back gently, his tired eyes fixed on the television. There was a guy about my age holding a bandage on his hand. And there was an old woman, coughing into a napkin.
And then there was me. Olivia. Alone, terrified, and my heart becoming so heavy in my chest that I was certain it would fall right out and bore a hole through the ground.
“T-That’s me,” I breathed, stepping closer. My hands gripped the hem of my shirt as I began to imagine the worst. Did Nathan die? Did his bo
