Chapter 15
The child running from one end of the waiting room to the other did not help Spencer’s headache. Especially since she literally shouted with every step. He couldn’t be too annoyed with the girl, though. If it were acceptable for him to run around the small space and scream at the top of his lungs, he would probably do it. He thought about making his way down the hospital’s long corridor to the Starbucks, but he didn’t feel like walking. Even for something sweet and bad for him. He wished Becca was there. She’d get him something full of caffeine. And she’d hold his hand and reassure him everything was fine—he was going to be fine.
Rebecca had dropped him at the University hospital early that morning, promising she would return by the time he finished with his tests and consulta
