The Emergency Room is an odd place, I realize. I ve never actually been here. Thankfully I d been a pretty healthy child and adult same with Jackson. I remember my mom being brought there when I was younger, but I hadn t been allowed to come.
There are older people sitting in wheelchairs, moaning. There are young kids crying, and people my age looking miserable. I imagine this is what prison looks like. It s driving me crazy. Glancing at my watch for what feels like the millionth time, I realize we ve already been here a few hours.
I wish the doctor would come out and talk to us, I sigh, crossing and uncrossing my legs.
Hawk has sat at my side and hasn t said a word since they took Jacob back. I m worried about him to be honest; he has a vacant look in his eyes.
Are you okay? I ask
