Ethan
I don't know when I started pacing, I just know I can't stay still.
I can't sit down, I can't breathe normally.
The hospital corridor feels too white, too clean… too cold for what's happening.
My hands won't stop moving, I run them through my hair, over my face.
I clasp them together, I squeeze them, I let them go… Again, and again, and again.
Because if I stop… if I stop for even a second… I'll think. And if I think… I'll break.
The emergency room door is still closed, damn door, damn waiting.
"Come on…" I murmur. "Come on, please…"
I don't know who I'm talking to, God, fate. Whoever is listening, but no one answers.
Time passes slowly, or quickly. I don't know… I have no sense of anything.
I just know that at some point… The door will open. And everything inside me reac
