Tia
The air in Adrian’s hospital room is thick with anticipation and nervousness.
The three of us, Adrian, Sam, and I, sat huddled around the small television mounted on the wall, the remote clutched tightly in Adrian’s hand.
After me and Sam filled in Adrian about what happened the past week we all decided to watch the tv since the election results will be announced soon.
So here we are sitting on either side of Adrian's bed, our eyes fixed to the small 32 inch tv attached to the wall watching the News.
The news anchor’s voice droned on about voter turnout and key districts, but none of it mattered until they say the words we are waiting for.
I can feel my pulse in my throat, every second stretching into eternity.
Adrian looked calm on the surface, his face carefully composed, b
