Josh
Dad and I rushed into the hospital, barely registering the people around us as we made our way through the emergency department.
My eyes immediately searched the waiting room.
I found Jamie sitting in one of the chairs.
He was hunched forward, a clipboard resting against his knees as he filled out paperwork for Celeste.
For a second, I just stared at him.
He looked broken.
Not tired.
Not worried.
Broken.
I’d known Jamie for years. I’d watched him walk into situations that would have terrified most men and somehow remain calm. I’d seen him injured, exhausted, pissed off, and scared.
But I’d never seen him like this.
A nurse approached and gently took the completed paperwork from his hands before heading toward the administration desk.
Dad and I sat down on either side of J
