Room

The young wife of Mr. Williams, felt so overwhelmed by the situation that just happened in the wounded man's room.

She sat in the waiting room, for the news that would change her anxiety, that torture that made her let out a sigh or two. It would not leave her alone. Angelo clung to his mother wanting her to calm down, for they had to witness such a catastrophic event, that Lord had to be damaged to the point that his conditions were so bad.

They both waited impatiently for the doctor, the one who never left the room, as the nurses had sent him away. As they gave the patient a check-up.

"Mr. Williams' wife?" the doctor came out and asked in the waiting room, young Walsh got up so quickly that she almost ended up dropping her own son on the floor.

"It's me," she replied as soon as her brain picked up that he was being paged.

"Mr. Williams, he's stable. Due to the shock of the moment he fainted, you can't put him under so much pressure in the future" scolded the doctor, a man in his fi