I waited in that waiting room for hours.
Each second felt like minutes, each minute, hours and each hour, days. I traced the outline of the pictures in the magazines, unable to read the words. My thoughts were constantly with Lucy.
Rachel phoned twice, and I couldn't give her any news. She came to join me after school had finished.
We chatted, although it was short conversations that couldn't be held with what had happened just a few hours previously. Rachel said she had been unable to contact Lucy's mother, who was a single parent after Lucy's dad had died 3 years previously. The only other relative was Lucy's 21 year old sister, Linzey, and Rachel hoped someone had picked up the answerphone message. Lucy's other siblings were much younger than herself, and would've been relying on Lucy to collect them after their school and nurseries finished for the day.
It was nearing 8pm when a doctor finally came to speak to us, although Lucy's mother was still no where to be seen.