*I sat there alone in the hospital, hunched over, quiet, waiting. My girlfriend had been in surgery for what felt like hours upon hours, it had only been about twenty five minuets in reality. My hands played with themselves, clenching and scratching at the skin, constantly cracking the knuckles.
I look up at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, sighing and hanging my head again to wait. I impatiently bite at my lip, feeling the foreign tickle of tears falling down my cheeks, down my nose and hitting my rubbed red hands.
*I heard footsteps stop next to me, quickly wiping my face nonchalantly, looking up at whoever had stopped by. It was the Doctor. I quickly stood, a bad idea. I swayed, catching myself by splaying my hand on the hospital wall, looking sad and franticly at the Doctor. He placed a hand on my shoulder, my first thought was not a good one, but then he smiled gripping lightly at it.
*He beckoned me with him, talking along the way. "She is fine, she did very well,