Worry Streaks

Klaus stood still, he watched her being lifted from his arms, and placed into a stretcher. He swallowed hard, his throat seemed to hurt from all the screaming he had done in the past few days, and hours.

The drive to the hospital was barely thirty minutes. When they finally arrived, Klaus made it his point of duty, his sole aim, to make sure that the girl, Arabella, was properly taken care of.

"Send the best doctor you have! I don't give a fuck about the cost!" He screamed into the eyes of the nurse, when she told him their best doctor was on duty in a different ward, and it would take "a lot" to change his workstation, as was the "hospital's policy."

As they placed her into the stretcher, Klaus stood still, watching while his right nostril twitched. He did not want to admit it, but he was scared. The doctor he requested for had finally arrived.

He did not know if the man was truly the best, but from the number of nurses that flocked around him, and the air of authority he possess