Orion's POV
I waited for what felt like forever for the doctors to come out.
The emergency room waiting area was sterile and cold, all harsh fluorescent lights and uncomfortable plastic chairs bolted to the floor. The smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint scent of coffee from a vending machine in the corner. A television mounted on the wall played the news on mute, the images flickering across the screen while I sat there, unable to focus on anything except the double doors Anya had disappeared through.
The waiting was absolute torture.
Minutes crawled by like hours. Each second felt impossibly long, stretching out endlessly while my mind raced with terrible possibilities. I kept seeing her the way I'd found her—crumpled on the floor, covered in blood and br
