Be My Bride. Will You Marry Me?

Third Person's pov

The hospital room was filled with police officers, all asking questions and taking notes. Scott stood in the corner, his heart racing. He had called them as soon as they had gotten to the hospital, hoping they would be able to help. But now, he wasn't sure if he had made the right decision. What if they couldn't find the person responsible? What if they couldn't make Jessie better? He felt like the world was crashing down around him, and he didn't know how to make it stop.

As the police filed out of the room, one of the officers turned to Scott. "We'll be in touch," he said, his voice solemn.

"We'll do everything we can to find out what happened and who's responsible." Scott nodded, trying to quell the panic that was rising within him. He knew he had to stay strong for the kids, but it was so hard. He felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, and he didn't know if he could carry it any longer.

As the police questioned Melanie and Sarah, the girls were