I got back to the hospital and I find MR Holt sitting in a chair and scrolling through his phone in the waiting area. I walk over to him and I sit down in the chair that is empty next to him. I try to gather my words, because I can hardly speak to anyone right now. If I do then I will end up crying and I'm trying to stay strong.
"He is in surgery, all we can do is wait patiently" MR Holt says.
I clear my throat "Is it serious?" I ask which is barely a whisper. I look at him.
"I'm afraid that it is serious. But I know that he will be okay, I'm positive" he says as he places his hand on mine. He gives my hand a little squeeze. He also has a small reassuring smile on his face. "You are the best thing that has happened to him. I can see that his life is more colorful with you in it. Befor
