Landon and I sit in that cold little waiting room for what feels like an eternity. I hate it when people overreact or completely exaggerate but time really does feel like it is going on forever right now.

Landon's jacket is around my shoulders, and my head is resting on his arm. I drift in and out of consciousness as we wait.

Sometime later, Lauren enters the waiting room, and we both jump to our feet.

"Are you okay?" Landon asks immediately. "Is dad okay?"

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