Aside the bustling reception downstairs, the hallway outside Emily’s hospital room was eerily quiet.
The only hint of noise in their floor was the hum of fluorescent lights above, the soft chatters one could hear from outside and breath from the two men who stood there facing themselves.
Matt stood rigid, his hands jammed into his pockets to keep himself from pacing. Derek leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, eyes darkened with frustration.
Matt broke the silence first, his voice low but steady. “What’s going on?”
Derek’s head snapped up, his glare sharp enough to cut glass. It was the kind of look that could make most people shrink back, but Matt held his ground.
“Speak! You’re damn too quiet, and it’s making me nervous,” Matt pressed, though his calm tone betrayed none
