HARPER
I was sure that by the end of tonight, my blood pressure would be somewhere past the danger zone.
Every time the door opened, I shot out of my chair and rushed toward it, only for it to be the damned nurse again instead of the doctor handling Mila's case. I didn't mind who came out. What made me want to rip my hair out was that none of them tried to speak. I had to swallow back every curse in my vocabulary, not to hurl it at them.
If I didn't die tonight, heaven knew I fought for my life.
I glanced at the seat beside me, where Dominic had been before he stepped out. My untouched Starbucks sat there. I picked it up and took a sip. It was cold, but I didn't care.
Restless, I got to my feet and walked to the glass window. My breath hitched at the sight of Mila. They were still working on her. Still, it didn't make sense.
