“They’re taking him into surgery now.” Josh said, then handed me a cup of coffee. “I’m so sorry Spencer.” I nodded my thanks and then he patted me on the shoulder and walked away. I’d never been in this position before, in a hospital waiting room anxiously waiting to know what was going on with someone I care about. Never again would I not have anything but the utmost sympathy for those agonizing over the pain of a loved one.
Loved one? Did I really just admit to myself that I loved him? Sometimes it took the shock of potentially losing the one you cared about the most to realize that yes, they were the most important person in your life. But I still wondered... it just seemed like everything had happened so damn fast. Should I trust my emotions right after experiencing such intense traum
