Haven’s POV

Time stretched out thin in the corridor, a mixture of the horrid hospital stench, fear and anxiety. The silence was palpable as everyone chose to stick to their own thoughts.

For three hours, except for the beeping of machines, clink of medical equipment, and occasional groans from other wards, nothing seemed to move.

More than I cared to admit, I felt helpless and really anxious. I stood so close to the door, arms folded and feet cramped from tapping. My eyes were trained on the ...