The bell sounds signaling visiting hours are over. I try to push back but Asten, the little hussy, holds firm refusing to allow me to stay with Moby overnight. "You can stay in the waiting room if you'd like but the hospital adheres to strict hours in ICU."
"I'm his wife, are you serious?" I'm miffed, which I'm sure my tone conveys.
"Very. Goodnight, Mrs. Cooper."
My eyes flutter in irritation. I swear if I have to see this little heifer much more, they may stick in the tops of their sockets.
"Fine," I huff at her. "Can you give me a minute, Asten?" I draw out her name indicating how pretentious I think it is.
"I'll be back." She turns to leave and again, my eyes search the ceiling. Irritation doesn't begin to describe what her presence does to me.
"Okay, I guess I need to go. I'm g
