The Pink Room

I am standing in a godforsaken waiting room. With each second that the clock ticks to a minute, there is a small piece of me that is slowly dying.

The hardest thing in life is having patience. They say the longer something takes, the better the outcome. Well, I say it is bullshit.

We have been waiting like what seems forever. Everyone is trying their level best to calm me down and assure me that everything is going to be okay. Well, I have had enough.

“The next fucking person that tells me to calm down is getting punched.”

Then Mason reluctantly steps forward. “Hunter, at least sit down then. That racing up and down is not doing your heart any good.”

I only but snap at him as he steps two steps back out of the fear of getting punched. Yet, “What the fuck does walking up and down have to do with my heart?”

Then next is Jax that comes with his best attempt, “Please come with me so we can get coffee.&rd