It would take time. Bry knew that, but it didn’t stop her from tapping her foot or glancing at the time. Most days, she was a patient person and most people would agree with her assessment. Today was not one of those days.
Her forehead creased in ways that it hadn’t in months as her face betrayed her nervousness worse than her shaking knees. She started twirling a brown curl between her fingers just to give them something to do. Nothing is wrong; it just takes time. She repeated the seven words like a mantra until they were the only words in her head.
Nothing is wrong. Bry’s eyes were not focused and shining from the tears that had been welling up over the past few minutes. It just takes time. Her legs finally gave in to the gravity of the situation, and she fell to her knees.
The impact jarred her mind out of the trance and back into the chaos of fear. Is this a heart attack? She wasn’t sure.
She was in the right place for one; the hospital surely knew how to handle the situation, but the waiting room did not have any other people in it. That would be ironic: dying of a heart attack while waiting for lab results. Her dark thoughts were momentarily pushed out of her mind as she tried to remember if she was using the word ironic correctly. In that pause, the door to the waiting room creaked open.
[To Be Continued]