A four car pile up, Bulda had explained at the hospital. Nothing major, no one was killed, but it was Kristoff's truck that had taken the most damage.

"Apparently the car in front of him blew a tire. Poor girl had never experienced it and panicked, swerving and trying to gain control. Kris had tried to miss her but she swerved and he hit her back bumper." Bulda paused, taking a shaky breath, "The truck behind him didn't stop in time and he hit Kris' back end, making him spin and hit dead on with the oncoming car."

The hits had taken a toll on the old truck, having trapped Kristoff in the truck and forcing the responders to use the Jaws of Life.

He had been unconscious, but alive.

Yet, here she sat in the waiting room, knee bouncing in anticipation as she watched the doors for the doctor.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to break down in worry and fear that the man she loved so dearly was somewhere behind those doors in pain or worse. But knowing that he was still here, heart beating and still breathing, that made her fight down the fear, holding dearly onto that sliver of hope.

He's ok. Anna told herself, watching as a nurse walked out of the door, straight past them and down the hall. He's not dead. He's alive. He's alive and perfectly fine. He's probably just bruised up a bit, just putting in some stitches to some cuts. That's all. He's ok. He's ok.

Time slowly past, nurse after nurse walking in and out of the double doors, no news or mention of Kristoff from any of them. The freshly painted blue nail polish on Anna's nails were all but gone when a man came through the door and looked around.

Eyes landing on the two women, he slowly made his way towards him. Anna stood, knees shaking as she watched the man eye them both. She watched him take a slow deep breath as he approached and with that she knew it wasn't just stitches and bruises.