Chapter 6
As each and every fraction of the clocks second hand moved, to the eye its motion just seemed to hover between the seconds. The four square walls appeared to close in on its inhabitants, creating an even more anxious and unnerving atmosphere.
Knowing that there was so much at risk, a restless Jessica just continued to pace up and down the carpet. Her mind constantly fixated on Seth's fate, she couldn't bare to think of the possibility that she could lose him too. Looking up at her, Mort could see the cogs beginning to turn. He was perched on the edge of his seat, much like Jessica, he too was pondering the outcome of the events that had passed.
"They should have told us by now" Jessica said abruptly.
"I know, I know, we just have to be patient" replied Mort.
She continued to pace, now even a little faster than before. Mort still perched on the edge of his seat, staring at the off-white walls of the waiting room. It was as if he was somehow searching for some form of distraction from reality.
Another hour had passed...
Suddenly Jessica stopped in her tracks, as if she was paralysed on the spot. She could only just make out the faint sound of footsteps, which gradually increased in volume as their owner grew closer and closer towards the waiting room. By this time, Mort had heard the same, with which he was now stood.
"This is it" thought Jessica, her heart now racing at a quickened pace.
Appearing in the doorway, a middle aged man in a long white coat entered the room.
"Seth?" Jessica enquired anxiously, almost afraid of what he was about to tell her.
"Unfortunately due to severity of his blood loss and the injuries that he sustained, Seth suffered an acute myocardial infarction in the operating theatre" explained the doctor.
"A heart attack" exclaimed Jessica, the news almost too overwhelming to absorb.
"Yes.." He said in a melancholy tone.
"Doc, there's something else you haven't told us. Isn't there?" enquired Mort.
"Well.. due to the severity of his condition, we have had to put him into a medically induced coma. I cant deny to you the possibility that he might not pull through, but there is always hope. Unfortunately we just have to wait and see what happens" he replied.
The tears filled Jessica's eyes once more, eventually spilling out and trickling down her cheeks. Mort noticing the distress in her face, outstretched his arm and placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to provide some form of comfort.
"I don't think I can bare to live without him Mort, what am I going to do" she cried. Her tears just seemed endless, the anguish and sorrow pouring out into the open. Her usually reserved exterior replaced by a woman that had completely lost self control of her emotions.
"There's still hope" he said.