The time was passing dauntingly slow. Fear gripped my stomach and twisted it so that I could hardly breathe.
There was no sound in the hospital, yet everyone was moving, moving, and not talking. Dante was walking back and forth by the front doors, being in easy reach of the OT doors.
I sat there, unable to comprehend, foot-tapping up and down like some dumb wind-up toy. I could feel the fear in my chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wanted to protect me but there really wasn't any danger. It sat there like an angry ball propelling me towards anxiety I just didn't need
I should have been at the meeting now, not in front of some high-class hospital doors, dreading what was to come.
My head was hurting and my wounds were treated however much I protested. At that moment, I just w
