Gunner POV
It was boring standing around in the emergency room, watching people's sad, scared faces. I was looking to see if there was anyone I knew, and thankfully, none. Nothing worse than having a loved one here, and all you can do is hold their hand and try to look positive.
Which you don't feel.
Fake it till you make it.
Something I fail at doing.
The faking that is.
Bluey had introduced almost everyone in a nurse's or a doctor's uniform, and some not in a uniform at all. It was amazing how many people work here. I doubt poor Cora will remember even half of the names, came for paperwork, and, if I am not careful, will still be here when Bluey starts her shift. I hope she doesn't talk Cora into starting early; that would piss me off.
My phone rang.
"Gunner."
"Get back here,
