And she did have bruises…and cuts, a gash across her nose, scrapes on her cheekbones, and Kassidy could see an angry red mark on her left collarbone. Her mom looked worse than her dad, her face so pale the blue veins in her temples looked like bruises. She leaned on the bed, trying to stay upright. “I’m okay.” Her mother spoke, her words a whisper, and relief poured through Kassidy, weakening her knees. “Kassidy.” He turned to her, his face pale and anxious. I’m here.” She rushed over to her father. Her dad stood there beside the hospital bed while a nurse checked some monitors or something. The nurse held the door open and Kassidy walked in, her heart fluttering, afraid of what she was going to see. Where was Hailey? Her dad probably hadn’t even called her. “Tess, can you take this woman back to exam room three? It’s the daughter.” “Are you family?” She looked at Kassidy over her black-framed glasses. The woman clicked through some screens on a computer.
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