Three Years Later…
Vishal’s Stance
“Dude, calm down. She’ll be fine,” Scott said firmly, patting my shoulder.
“They’ve been in there for hours, man. How the hell do you expect me to be calm?” I asked, standing from the chair and pacing back and forth again.
The gazes from all the people here for Jane were on me; each of the thousand gazes held a good dose of sympathy and care. It meant a lot to me — they were the only reason I was still holding down a bit right now.
I paced the hallway, avoiding bumping into the nurses who always walked past us in a hurry. It was the Pack’s hospital, and we’d been here since dawn.
Jane’s water broke and we rushed her down here. It had already been ten hours, and still nothing. Her piercing cries of pain came at intervals, but that was just it. I’ve b
