Hunter’s POV:
My father and I have sat in silence for the past hour and a half. I lean on the wall by the vending machines with my arms crossed as I stare at him. He sits with his arms folded and his eyes closed, as if he is falling asleep. I’m not sure if him being as comfortable as he is means he is thinking he got away with something, or if he genuinely did nothing wrong. He hasn’t moved much, other than the occasional adjustment in his chair, whereas I have moved all over this waiting room. I am not sure that I believe everything he said earlier, but with there being a nurse in the room at the same time as him, it does give him the benefit of having a witness. Doc said whatever it was had to have been in her saline bag for at least fifteen minutes, and basically said that there was no
