Three years later

Vishal

“Dude, calm down. She’ll be fine,” Scott says firmly, patting my shoulder.

“They’ve been in there for hours, man. How the hell do you expect me to be calm?” I retort, standing from the chair and pacing back and forth again.

Everyone here cares for and loves Jane. Their support means everything to me; they are the only reason I am still holding it together.

I pace the hallway, trying to avoid bumping into the nurses hurrying ...