Robert had been waiting outside the operating room for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, the operating light above the door clicked off, and the attending surgeon stepped out into the hallway.
Robert shot to his feet so fast his chair scraped against the tile floor, his voice thick with urgency, "How is she?"
"She's out of danger now, but she has lost a lot of blood and will need to stay here for a few more days for observation."
The second those words left the doctor's mouth, all the tension drained out of Robert's body in one big rush.
His legs gave out, and he crumpled to the cold floor, sitting there stunned for several long minutes before he could catch his breath again.
When Zara first got hurt, he'd even planned to follow her if she died.
He knew he'd lost huge chunks of h
