WILLIAM
I paced the hallway of the hospital, hands crossed against my chest, eyes fixed on the stained tiled floor while a thousand thoughts pushed themselves around in my head.
"She is going to live," I whispered to myself. She had to.
I hadn't even gotten the chance to hate her enough. I was only seeing her again after all those years. How would she know I was serious about hating her and making her feel it if she died now?
Of course not. She wouldn't have the easy way out. I wouldn't allow it.
I stopped walking, lifting my head as I heard footsteps coming toward me.
It was Harper. And a man I didn't recognize with her, quite handsome, I must admit. And Dominic too, because I had called him.
Maybe Dominic had no reason to be here. I just wanted someone around me. Someone to keep me sane and stop me from barging into the room where Clara was, shaking her awake.
Although I would rather die than admit to him that I needed his presence for that reason.
