*Amelia*
I pace the room, feeling so frustrated just having to wait. Luke sits in a chair, his feet drawn up and arm around his knees, looking very vulnerable.
It had been a fight beyond belief to get Cory to go into surgery; he wanted to stay near Sean, awaiting news.
In the end, I had to put my foot down, and he reluctantly gave in, accepting that he can do nothing to help Sean.
Actually, I would prefer to be the one under anesthetic right now and not having to wake up when this nightmare is over.
I have talked to one of the doctors about Sean, and his prognosis is discouraging at least. Had it only been his lung, as they had first believed, his chances would be really good. Cory has done the right thing and without doubt saved his life.
The tear in the heart has put him around 50/
