Chapter 97 Carol's A Witch

Aiden’s POV
I paced the hospital, waiting for a single word about Carol’s state. I’m not sure how long we had been here, but my heart was hammering against my ribcage, and I was growing more impatient by the second. In the waiting room, I was joined by Oliver and Carol’s parents along with Fiona who hadn’t stopped crying since she arrived an hour ago.
Her father kept asking me numerous questions about what had happened, and I gave him all the information I could, but he was still having trouble processing that his little girl was kidnapped and shot in the shoulder. I couldn’t blame him; I was having trouble processing it as well and I was the one who found her.