Julia got up abruptly when the door to the operating room was opened. She rushed to where a man in scrubs was standing with a worried and exhausted look on his face. "Excuse me..." Julia said; her voice was hoarse, but she couldn't care less about how she sounded. All she wanted to know was if he was going to be okay and if she could see him, but the look on the man's face made her afraid. "Are you his guardian?" the man asked, and Julia nodded. "Yes, I am." The man let out a deep sigh before he started talking. "He lost a lot of blood before he was brought him. thankfully, we were able to stop the bleeding, but some of his vital organs were affected by this, and his lungs punctured..." The doctor explained, and Julia stood there listening attentively to what he was saying. "Is he going to be okay?" She managed to ask when the doctor was done talking. "I can't say for now ma'am, we did the best we could for him. All we can do now is hope that he would."