*Dawson's POV*
I was pacing in the waiting room for hours, walking back and forth, unable to sit still. I had memorized the patterns as well as the different shades of blues and grays on the carpet, under my feet. I couldn't focus on anything else other than hoping she was going to make it out OK. I couldn't decide whether the longer we waited was a good or a bad thing. Was she still in the operation room? Had they moved her to her own room yet? Was she still asleep or was she waking up? There were so many questions swirling around in my mind that I desperately needed to know the answers to.
"Boss, she's going to be OK. She will pull through, I know it..." I looked to Zeb who was seated in one of the chairs in front of me, trying to bring me some peace of mind. I know he was trying to co
