Chapter 3

Everything was happening so fast for Booker. He wondered how Toby got involved in the shootout. For minutes, he began to replay the conversation between Toby and himself on that morning while he sat at the waiting segment of the Emergency Unit. The palpitation of his heart increased by seconds. It was as though a part of him was dying on the inside, and he couldn’t help being stable at that point. Every minute that he spent in the waiting room, he shuffled between sitting and peeping into the window blinds of the operation room.

God, please, save him, please. Please! His mind raced as he worried every second. The sighs of worry would not let me be.

“If only someone could talk to me about something, if only…” He uttered aloud. There was so much emotion evident in the tone of his voice. There were just a few other people in the waiting room, but their unease was nothing compared with that of Book