Stefan
This night has to be the longest night of my life. Unable to sit, I pace the halls, ignoring the grumbling and disapproving glances of the other occupants of the waiting room. I reach the end of the room and turn around to continue my pacing. My head is a jumble of half formed words, and underneath it all, a soul-sucking helpless fear that threatens to consume me. What if she does not make it? What if she already lost too much blood before I got here? What if the wound is too deep, fatal? What if he got her vocal cords, how will she be able to sing again? Various degrees of worst case scenarios run through my mind at alarming rate and I groan and punch the wall, startling alot of people.
Lissa walks up behind me, concern and wariness etched in her eyes.
"Why don't y
