Grant POV
It’s been hours. Hours without a word from anyone. The chairs in the waiting room are cold, hard, plastic, and extremely uncomfortable to sit in. My parents have left, promising to check in later, sensing that I need my space right now as I hover, waiting to hear if my second chance mate, whoever the hell she is, lives or dies in the emergency room. I’ve spent ages pacing back and forth, glowering at anyone who even tries to look my way, shooting dark looks at the doors that refuse to open, and at the nurses who avoid my gaze. I was going insane. All I wanted was some reassurance, some platitudes, but so far none had been offered. I exhaled, shifted in my chair for what felt like the hundredth time, and yawned, rubbing my eyes tiredly. I refused to rest until I knew what was goi
