January 3rd
Patricia's POV
I looked to the clock again. Only ten seconds had passed, though I could have sworn it had been ten hours.
"This is taking too long. They said an hour at most." I said more to myself than anyone else.
And as expected, I was met with silence.
I looked back to the clock. 30 seconds had gone by.
The floor was so cold. Everything was so lonely.
The little red hand inched forward. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly.
"That clock isn't going backwards, right?"
The silence was suffocating me.
"Please! Just say something!" I nearly shouted.
But Fabian didn't even look up. He just sat beside me on the floor, staring at his hands still covered in dried blood.
He'd shown up here two days before with Nina in his arms. I remember seeing her that first moment and not even recognizing her. Her hair looked black behind the grime, while her face shown a pale white. She seemed too still to be alive, but her chest rose slightly every few moments.
Fabian's normally calm brown eyes were wild with fear and desperation.
They had only just laid Nina on a cot when she fell into septic shock and slipped away.
He hasn't said a word since.