Chapter 16

Both Rosalie and Chris where raced in to operation rooms. Asrar was pacing out in the waiting room as Avalon did what she could to comfort Rosco who was just loosing it. Both the people he cared so much for where in the hospital and not a single nurse could tell them how things are going. Asrar wanted to rip through the door to his Angel. They had been in there for hours and not once did anyone come out. The white walls and grey seats doing nothing to help ease them. The last time he was in the hospital was when his grandmother was sick. It was much the same but with less machines as they couldn’t bring in anything from the outside world or they would have been caught. For Rosco it was when they tried to save his sister from injuries. Avalon just never liked white, it was to clean and perfect for her. Unfortunately everything was white. The only color where the multiple different scrubs the nurses and doctor wore and the occasional dark blue/black seat covers of the wheel chairs.