If there was one place that he hated most, it would be the E.R. waiting room. This place with it's overwhelming feel of tension, desperation and hopes, while waiting for any kind of news. He was startled out of his thoughts as he heard him name being called. Gus ran up to Shawn and looked at his best friend. Pale skin, hair not in it's perfect state, with hands clasped looking at the floor. Tired red eyes looked up at him as Shawn spoke in almost broken tones.
"They think it was a heart attack, but it couldn't have been, you know him Gus, he's not old. Gus, you know him, he wouldn't allow this. He just wouldn't."
"Shawn, that is not how these things work. How long has he been back there?"
Shawn sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "45 minutes. 45 minutes and not a single word from anyone about what's going on."
Gus nodded and sat next to him, prepared to spend however long it took just to sit in this heavy silence and wait.
