Leonard.
I really cannot tell what exactly had gone wrong at this terrible moment, but waiting out here in the cold corridor for the doctor's report felt like being dragged through the fiery depths of hell itself.
She had been just fine only a short while ago—happy, breathing, and completely whole. So how in the world did this happen so suddenly?
Lugard and Lawrence were pacing restlessly back and forth across the hard floor, their heavy steps echoing off the walls, but I sat down dead still on the hard bench.
My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles were ghostly white, my fingers gripping the fabric of my trousers tightly as if holding on for dear life.
Why was it taking forever?
I wondered in silent agony, my frantic eyes darting up to glance once again at the heavy door behind which Theresa was lying inside, probably fighting for her life with every single breath at this very moment.
