Previously: The officer sighed. "I think we have... But I don't think you'll like the result..." He said, biting his lip.
"Belarus, is it?" He asked, looking at me. I felt my heart beat slow.

What's wrong? What does he mean that I won't like the result...?! I wondered, slightly terrified.

Please be ok (Name)...

The officer lead me across the sight, past a crowd of the kids in the orphanage, many of them were crying.

My heart was beating so fast i felt like it would hop out of my chest.
I could feel my hands trembling.
I was terrified; unwelcome horrible thoughts and fears clouded my head like alcohol.

I had never felt this way before. Normally I felt calm and collected, but now my self control had broken. I couldn't think, it was difficult to keep my breath steady.
He showed me up the stairs of the porch, the same steps I walked up when I came to adopt (Name)...

"Here she is. I must warn you, it's not a pretty sight..." He said bringing me over to the spot where a couple medics were putting something into a stretcher.

I could see a lump matted (h/c) hair. My breath stopped.
No, that can't be (Name)... T-there's too much blood... I tried to convince myself.
The medics looked at me strangely, "she's her mother." The guard explained. The medics nodded and allowed me to walk closer.

I could see her more clearly now. Her (h/c) hair was soaked and her skin looked blue from the cold. My gaze traveled lower to see her dress and leg covered in blood.
Her legs were broken and hung crookedly, her whole body looked frail.

I found myself unable to speak, my breath was so shallow.
Only one thing I had to be sure of.
"W-who did this..." I asked, looking at her frail form, I turned to the guard with a new confidence in my voice.

"Who did this?!" I asked again. The guard shook his head.
I could feel my blood boil.
T-that bastard!!! Anger pumped through my veins, I wanted, No. I NEEDED revenge.

"Ms. Belarus. We need to get her into an ambulance." The medic said. I blinked and nodded, snapping out of my angered daze I let them pass.

"W-what's going to happen to her?" I asked, my voice slightly quiet. The medic sighed.
"I have no idea to be honest... Her legs were horribly damaged, her head is pretty beat up too... She'll have to have  brain surgery and by the looks of it... Her legs will have to be amputated. I've never seen anything like it...
Why was she over here in the first place?" He asked me. I sighed.

"I got mad at her and did something I shouldn't have, I yelled at her and she ran away..." I said softly, biting back my pride.

He nodded, "Belarus. We'll have to question you, and you'll be able to speak to a lawyer. I'm assuming you want to press charged?" He asked, I nodded. "Yes, definitely." I hissed.

The medic picked up his phone to answer a call. "Yes, certainly. I'll inform her at once." He promised, closing his phone and turning to me.
"Her injuries are worse then we thought. We don' have the equipment to treat her here. She's going to have to be sent on a medical plane to a hospital in London They specialize in brain injury there so they'll be able to help her. We'll put you on the plane as well." I nodded, not wanting to argue.

I walked outside quietly. "Yes, thank you." I said as I passed them going down the steps to meet Ukraine and the others. A little boy walked up to me and tugged on my dress.

"E-excuse me miss... But what'd going to happen to us?..." He asked, tears in his eyes.
I frowned softly, to be perfectly honest, I had no idea.

"You'll be fine I promise..." I told him weakly, that's all I could say. I ruffled his hair softly.

Everything is most definitely not going to be ok...

((I hope you liked this chapter... Even though it was really sad.
I was originally going to have her die, but I didn't really want to do that... This is going to get very emotionally intense.
Sorry if this is a bit short. I'll probably be posting the next chapter today since I'm home sick with diarrhea! Fun right?!
Anyway, comment and stuff. Hope you have a good day. :) ))