Paul was moving nervously around the hospital corridor awaiting the doctor to come back with a response.
He was getting impatient.
They had said she had lost a lot of blood but once they had done a blood transfusion and stabilized her, she would be okay.
It had been hours since they had told him that.
And all this moment that he was getting impatient he couldn’t stop blaming himself for letting that happened.
He felt like it was his fault that she was fighting for her life.
He was supposed to know something was happening.
That was the same case with Jenny and now she was dead.
He didn’t even know what to think anymore.
He was exhausted, but he didn’t want to rest until he had known her state.
He saw Patrick walk into the hospital, and he was relieved.
Why he didn’t know.
But he
