I'm pretty hooked

In less than an hour, Chelsea had already arrived with Austin. 

Austin came running through the double doors of the waiting room frantically before I could set my eyes on Chelsea behind him.

He runs to me immediately he sees me. "How is he?" He asks urgently.

"He's fine. Out of surgery and is currently unconscious."

"Oh my god." He sits down on one of the chairs. "What kind of fucker would do this?!" 

I throw a glance at Chelsea and she gives me the same knowingly look I had on.

She sits beside him and puts her hand around his shoulder.

"The good thing is that he's alive. He's okay and we should be grateful for that."

"But what if that bastard tries to finish him off here?" Austin asks but I looked away.

What if truthfully.

I couldn't do or say anything than to just feel guilty.

"We don't actually know if he was out to kill him." Chelsea says.

"The guy literally stabbed him in the streets."