SIMON’S POV
I paced outside Bree’s hospital door.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
At this point I was even getting annoyed with myself and how much I was pacing, but I could not even help it.
The sound of my shoes hitting the tiled floor was the only thing keeping me grounded, because everything else felt too over whelming.
I was finding it hard to hold on to my last shred of control.
One minute we were talking.
The next… she couldn’t breathe.
Then she was on the floor.
Unconscious.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply, trying to steady myself but it wasn’t working. How did things even get this serious?
She had been in there with the doctors for over an hour now, and every second that passed made my chest feel tighter.
I hated this feeling.
Waiting.
Scared, with no
