Shaun's POV. It's been hours. Emma was wheeled into surgery, and no one has been out so far. One of the nurses gave Mrs. Stevens a clean shirt from the Lost & Found, and helped her get cleaned up in the bathroom. The same nurse brought us both a cup of coffee. Mrs. Stevens was sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting area, holding her head in her hands. She was still crying softly. I was pacing up and down. I couldn't sit still. Everytime the doors swung open, I stopped pacing, and looked up hopefully. Mrs. Stevens did the same. Then I would continue pacing, and she would hang her head again. The nurse that helped her would then look at us with pity in her eyes before returning to her work. Mrs. Stevens' husband phoned about an hour ago to tell her that my father was in bed, heali

