“This waiting is hard,” Johan complained as he sat next to the bed holding Gracie’s hand.
The woman pulled through her surgery but there had been a lot of blood loss, multiple touch-and-go situations and now she was in a medically induced coma, again. Now they were waiting for her to stabilize. It was now a full twenty-four hours since her surgery and they were all taking turns sitting vigil at her bedside.
“While we’re waiting do you want to help us plot?” Ollie whispered conspiratorially.
“Plot what?” Johan looked between them. “What are you up to?”
The door pushed open, and they all looked over their shoulders as if scared at being caught and their mouths dropped open.
“What the hell are you doing?” Lark rose to her feet and hissed at Max who was pushing an IV pole and stepping
