The hallway outside the emergency room was cold, too cold for a morning that had started with sunlight and laughter.
Ruby sat in the waiting room with her hands clenched tightly in her lap, the skin around her knuckles pale. Across from her sat Elizabeth, her face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
The moment Ruby had rushed into the hospital, time had slowed. The smell of disinfectant, the hum of machines, the hurried footsteps of nurses—it all felt like a nightmare when she realized Elizabeth had been right and Stefan had truly been in an accident.
How could he suffer something like this twice in less than a year? The doctors had seemed to make the situation look like it was serious so she didn't exactly know what to think as all various emotions was running through her.
