Adrian Desmond sat on a bench in the hospital corridor. Across from him, the red light of the operating room glowed, a stark symbol of Sienna Johnson's flickering life. He was terrified that if the red light went out, Sienna would also…
His heart ached intensely, as if there was a void that only Sienna Johnson could fill.
That woman must think I'm an easy-going man, always making concessions and tolerating her, Adrian fumed internally. But if my heart hadn't been captured by her, would I really be so "kind" and easily deceived? If any other woman had treated me like this, I would have snapped her neck and thrown her into the sea to feed the sharks long ago.
"Sir, this is a hospital; you cannot smoke here!" A young nurse interrupted his thoughts. She ordered Adrian not to smoke, but he ignored her.
Smoking was the only thing that could calm his restless heart; he had to keep smoking to soothe its turmoil.
