Connor's POV
Grace’s name is called just a few minutes later, and I grab her stuff from the floor beside me, standing up, and making my way toward the nurse, who smiles at me before she ushers us both into a small room where Grace is weighed, and quickly examined. I’m asked questions which I answer as best as I can, but I don't know her medical history which becomes more and more obvious the more questions I answer with I don't know. I try to focus on th nurse, but I can't, all I can see in my baby girl in pain, the only sound in my ears, are her exhausted cries.
I’m sent back out, and told to take a seat back in the waiting room, which I do.
I watch people come and go, doctors coming out and calling names that are never Grace’s, people shuffling through the door to the examination area
