I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since I had seen those doctors’ wheel her away. I knew now that they had taken her to an operating room—with injuries as severe as those were, it was obvious that that was what they had done. I hadn’t dared to look at the watch on my wrist, or at the clock on the wall, using the slowly emptying waiting room as my guide to how late it was. The setting sun was also visible through the large floor to ceiling windows in the hospital.
I was in the waiting room, sitting on a chair right in the centre of it. And I was alone—there was no one else in here now, other than the occasional patient who walked through on a trip around the hospital, as well as the nurses who all seemed to be crowded around the nurses station. But I didn’t pay any attention to them.
