Chapter Eighty-Seven

Nathan sat glued to his wheelchair with his hands clenched at his side while Jasper paced up and down the short corridor of the emergency wing of the pack infirmary.

“What’s taking so long?” Jasper grumbled.

“Okay, that’s enough, sit down!” I stood up, growing frustrated by his nervous pacing. “You’re stressing us all out by doing that, it’s not going to make them work any faster.” I scolded with a frown knitted between my brows.

“Would you be sitting down if it were Ben in there?” he shot back and for a moment I was shocked, Jasper had been cold in the past, but the careless manner in which he spoke was new to me.

“Sophia’s right. Your pacing is making me antsier.” Nathan mumbled, never taking his eyes off the swing doors they wheeled her through almost an hour ago.

Jasper sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say all that to you.” He grimaced and collapsed into the chair beside the one I was sitting in.

Seeing the stress lines appearing on his forehead, I took a seat beside him