Williams stormed out of the doctor's office, his frustration and despair palpable. The night wore a darkened cloak, it would have seemed, to relate to the mood of him. He couldn't wait for morning to come to meet Louis and find a solution.
Williams approached Emma's ward, her pale figure a grim reminder of the need for urgency. He clasped her hands in his and allowed tears to well up in his eyes. He wiped them off and composed himself.
Williams boarded a taxi outside the hospital, heading for home. The silence in the ride allowed his thoughts to wander, and his mind was a battlefield of worries.
He went through the motions, showering and throwing himself onto the bed when he got home. Eventually, sleep overcame him, but it was a fitful one.
THE NEXT MORNING
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The next morning,
