The wait felt long, far too long for barely an hour to have passed. Luke's eyes kept drifting toward the emergency room door, almost as if staring at it hard enough might force it to open.
With every passing minute, a dull ache began to settle around his collarbone, the tension in his body growing more uncomfortable by the second.
Eventually, he couldn't sit still any longer. He began pacing the hallway, his footsteps becoming the only real disturbance in the oppressive silence. He moved from one end to the other, paused, then turned back again, unable to settle anywhere for more than a few seconds.
His restless heart felt sore and raw, bruised by every frightening possibility his mind refused to stop imagining.
All he could do was wait for the red light to go out and the door to fin
