A/N: And, it seems, I can't stay away from this plot. Also, once again, my knowledge of the hospitals comes only from the movies.
It was quiet for the first time in the last hour; long hectic hour during which he waited for the ambulance to come, for the medics to revive Gregory when his heart stopped on the way to the hospital, for the surgery to be over. A minute ago a nurse informed him that the operation was over but his lover was still to regain consciousness.
It's not over yet, was the only thought running through Mycroft's head. Not over yet.
He regained his composure, more or less, while waiting for the surgery to end; but even though on the outside he looked like a sane calm man, his inner turmoil was still raging on. His hands still trembled as he ran them through his hair and he felt sick to his stomach.
Anthea phoned, looking for him, but Mycroft only asked to cancel all his meetings and hang up. She was worried, being left in the dark, but he knew that his PA wouldn't try to interfere if he did not want that. What Mycroft wanted was for Gregory to wake up, but since that was not in his powers to arrange, he wanted to be left alone to wait.
He knew Gregory was strong enough to get through this.
The only thing left for Mycroft was to wait and believe.