Camilla
"He’s okay," my mom said, coming out of a nearby room. I sat up quickly.
"What?" I demanded. I felt relieved and furious at her for not letting me see him.
"Yes, he’s in with the doctor, let me take you to him," she offered.
I narrowed my eyes on her.
"Take me to him now," I demanded through my teeth. She gave me an apologetic look and nodded for me to follow her. I walked back with her to the doctor’s office.
Michael sat shirtless on the table with a bandage around his arm and shoulder. His arm was put into a sling but otherwise, he looked unscathed.
"Oh my god, Michael!" I screamed. I pushed away from my mom who disappeared back out the door, and I ran to him. I was careful not to hit his arm but I wrapped myself around him as best as I could.
"Hi sweetie, I’m so glad you're here," he cooed, kissing me.
Then I narrowed my eyes and punched him in his good shoulder.
"Ouch," he laughed, "what was that for?"