Sitting outside the operation room, Jason seemed to have felt something. He raised his hand to his chest...there was a dull pain there. He leaned forward, his hand clutching the cloth there and pressing against it.
He stared at the door with knitted brows, and couldn't help feeling something was being taken away from him, something important.
As if on cue, the door was opened, and a nurse rushed out. She asked: "Are you the patient's family? Her vitals are failing. We need you to sign the surgery papers!"
Jason stiffened. He could feel his ears buzzing; he must have heard it wrong. He asked again: "What did you just say? Her vitals failing? How?"
It was only four days without food, half an hour's kneeling in the rain, and...and a few coughs and blood...
Why would she be dying?
Seei
