(Sabrina's POV)
I can't sit. Can't stop moving. Pace from one end of the small room to the other while Jake sits in a chair that's too big for him, clutching his dinosaur.
Kate stands by the window. Perfectly still. Hands clasped. Face carved from stone.
We got to see Ethan for about point zero zero seconds through a glass window before the doctor ushered us away.
I didn't get to see him clearly, and I'm sure, so did Kate. But the doctor wasn't open to negotiations. And stressed the fact that Ethan was still under observation. Family members needed to wait twelve-twenty-four hours before getting the permission to see him one on one.
I didn't like it.
But for Ethan's treatment, we had no choice but to comply with the doctor's request.
The door to the waiting room opens and Rosalie wa
