CHAPTER 72

"B-Brody." I stutter, my palms sweating by my side. The receptionist behind the desk looks up at me from behind her glasses, looking irritated.
"Full name please."
"Brody B-Baxter. He's eighteen." I say, my breathing coming out in short erratic breaths. I look around at the nurses and doctors rushing through the hallways, unable to remember how I even made it to the hospital. No-one knows I'm here, not even Dad or Jedd.
"Please can you just tell me if he's okay," I plead with...