A/N: The title for this story has been floating around my head for so long I have no idea but the recent loss of a friend of mine prompted me to write this as the title seemed so appropriate.
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I paced the halls frantically. What was taking so long? Inside I was screaming but on the outside I appeared cool, calm and collected as always. The only indication that something was the matter was the stench of rotting flowers that pervaded the hallway as the flowers around me withered and died. How had it come to this? And why hadn't anyone told me it had got to this stage?
Will reappeared with coffee. It tasted vile but the caffeine would help me stay awake. I'd been awake for almost 24 hours straight but I couldn't sleep. I had to be awake for any news that came…
I sat down and wrapped my hands around the cup and blew on the hot liquid gently before gulping it down.
'When are they going to tell us something?' I asked Will.
'They said as soon as they knew something, we would. We just have to be patient.'
I slumped down in my chair and rested my head against Will's chest listening to the rhythmic beating of his two hearts. The second had developed when he was around 20 to deal with the extra blood that was needed to supply his muscles. Will was one of the most active superheroes in the world and was constantly flying everywhere. I suppose it was nature's way of coping with the extra strain put on the body. Either that or some freaky mutation but he was healthy and the extra heart did him no harm.
Looking through the gap in the blinds I thought back to the first time I had met Warren Peace.