I asked after Vincent at the information window, but they couldn’t tell me anything and I was made to sit in the waiting area for the Emergency Department. I sat there for hours. Days. Years. Every second that passed felt like an eon. I couldn’t concentrate. MA picked up a magazine and rested one hand on my thigh. I didn’t know how she could read. I couldn’t even keep my attention on the TV in the corner, and it was a channel that kept playing the same five news stories over and over again, with breaks for the weather forecast every ten minutes. I should have at least been able to absorb some of it. But I couldn’t. My entire focus was directed on Vincent, waiting, wondering, panicking.
I was downright scared.
“It’s been for f*****g ever,” I muttered, twitching in my seat and adjusting my
