TheBoyofCheese

The hospital is depressing. A white waiting room, filled with worried and stressed people. I am one of them. I pray to God in my seat. Pray that she’s alright. Pray that He will help her. My heart’s beating fast, I’m out of breath, and I’m drenched from the cold punishing rain. Somewhere in this place, she's hurt. And so I wait. I wait for the news that will either make me leave this place relieved or grieving.  Please let her be ok. Please. A doctor enters the room, and walks towards me.   ‘Excuse me, are you Mr. Theodore?’ He asks. I nod and stand up. ‘Is she ok? Is she hurt?