Toby practically stumbled into the waiting room, Ezra trailing close behind. He wasn’t surprised to see Melissa sitting there on her phone. Her ice blue eyes were searing and seemed as if they could practically break through her cell as she roughly pressed on the keyboard. “How bad is she?” he instantly asked.

                Disregarding his question, Melissa continued to type. “What are the risks involved with an operation on internal bleeding?”

                “Um, I’m pretty sure there’s a more specific name for it than ‘operation on internal bleeding,” Melissa. Why?”

                Toby was nervously chewing on his lip, tapping his fingers against the sides of his thighs. “Why are you asking?”

                “The doctor came in once. Once in an hour! Are operations supposed to be this long?” She still did not look up.

                “Drop the phone!” Toby snapped, surprised when she jumped and shoved it in her pocket. “How bad is she?”

                Melissa sighed heavily, her black hair falling into her eyes. “I haven’t seen her. She’s in an emergency operation,” she started to explain. She sounded exhausted. “All I know is that they’re trying to stop the internal bleeding. Her stomach hit the steering wheel or something…”

                Crossing his arms over his chest to stop the chills, Toby let out a long, shaky breath. “That doesn’t sound too bad. I mean, all they have to do is stop that and then she’ll be okay, right?”

                Ezra shuddered. “I drove by the crash on the way here. It looked bad. Really bad. I hope Spencer is going to be okay…”