Chapter 46 A & W [Titania]

• I don't know how long Kristoff and I sit there, on those metal chairs down the corridor, waiting anxiously, our hearts thudding in our chest — I listen to his beating erratically beneath my left ear where I rest my head against his chest. He's just as scared as me. Perhaps he feels he'll be in a much bigger trouble if Uncle Patrick dies in his hands. I know that with my uncle's corpse as evidence, I can put him behind bars.
• But all thoughts about anything else other than Uncle Patrick barely bugs me. I simply don't care anymore. Pretending to be asleep, I keep my ears down despite the noise from the nurse and a few visitors' chatter. I jolt up hastily whenever a door is pulled open, and let Kristoff pull me down in disappointment when I realize it's not the emergency room's door. I panic, my mind flooded with all sorts of bad news, all sorts of possibilities.
• Oh Lord, please save him.