The feeling of walking towards a doctor’s office feels like a mile walk in a single thread. Both of them has swirling unanswered questions of ‘what if’ and more in their heads that gnaws the remaining energy they put up to stay composed. It was hard to maintain a stoic face when your heart is racing like miles per second in anticipating what news will you hear. And you know that in your mind, there is a greater chance of a bad news than the good one which will be spilled later on.
When they arrived at his office, the doctor motioned them to take a seat on the chairs in front of his office table. They both held their hands trying to support each other in readying themselves for the worse. They saw how bad the injury was. They are just praying that she survives.
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