This is just getting interesting.”
The team of nurses and a doctor hurried into the room, stopping short when they saw the young man with the blond hair standing next to Courtney’s bed.
“What are you doing in here?” a doctor demanded. “How did you get in?”
“I was just checking on my friend,” the young guy answered innocently. “Is she okay?”
“Let’s hope so,” the doctor said, pushing past the guy, headed for Courtney. “Get him out of here! Do your parents know you’re here?”
“It’s cool,” he answered. “I’m a friend.”
“What’s your name?” the doctor demanded.
The young man casually brushed back the dirty blond hair from his eyes. “It’s Andy,” he said. “Andy Mitchell.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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