The surgery was successful

Freda's POV

I sat there in the waiting room, as different thoughts ran through my mind. It has been three hours since he was taken into the theaters for surgery. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my racing heart, but it was not working at all. I tried to swallow the lump that I felt in my throat but stopped after several unsuccessful attempts. I tilted my head to look at the other people in the waiting room as I took some time out to imagine what their various patients were going through. My mind soon wandered back to Hardin, as I did not know how his surgery was going.

I stood up abruptly as I became uncomfortable sitting down there on the chair. I started to pace around the waiting room slowly, lost in thoughts. I walked back and forth in the room, unable to control my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat each time I remembered how he was shot and how he fell on me. I chuckled dryly as I recalled answering the doctor and telling him that I was his wife. Then, my mind wandered off