"WHAT IN THE HELL IS TAKING SO LONG!!!!"
I am pacing back and forth, I have been up to the receptionist desk, to ask about Grayson every three minutes.
I am sure, they are so sick of me. I think I even seen one of them roll, their eyes when they saw me approaching.
But to me, it feels, like three hours, each time, I go up to ask. Not three minutes. Grayson has been in surgery, now for forty-five minutes.
I just continue to pace back and forth. Brenda the sweet best friend she is brings me a cup of coffee.
But I don't know, what got into me though, as she taps, me on the shoulder to offer me the coffee.
I lost it on her, I snapped and said I don't want any fucken coffee. And then, I hit it out of her hands and it spills not only on the floor but on her too.
Instantly regret my actio
