Chapter 187

• ANXIETY
• I gulp down the third glass of water. It has been too long since Dr. Lemuel got into the operating room with his team, and they have not come out yet. If I ever said I was nervous before, I take it back. I probably didn't know the real meaning of that, but this is a real freaking wreck of anxiety.
• I have tried out all I could in an endeavor to stroke my nervous system, but nothing is working. The terror is stinging so badly. My mind is a catastrophe of a thousand sentiments all discombobulated together. I should probably go and try to peek through the window. Maybe I will see something that will calm me down, or probably an aberrational chat with Damian's parents?