Chapter 55 Confrontation

The waiting room in the hospital was quiet, the only sound coming from the hum of the fluorescent lights above and the shuffling of feet down the hall. The air was stale, disinfectant hanging heavy, mingling with the faint scent of cold coffee from the vending machine nearby. The chairs were uncomfortable, plastic, cold, but I'd lost all energy to give a damn about such things now. Here I was, just like every other night, waiting for some sign, some good news. It never came. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my head on them. The tears had come, and they didn't stop. At first, I tried to ward them off-wipe them away the second someone appeared-but eventually that became too exhausting. I just couldn't keep it inside one more second. I was utterly exhausted. Between these last couple of days, it was starting to feel as if the weight was crushing me, and how long I would be able to keep up appearances that I was okay was anybody's guess.