Ninety-seven: Nathan

She’s going to be okay. I know she is. But that doesn’t prevent me from worrying about her. She is in surgery. She has just entered the operating room. The doctors told us that this may take up to eight hours. What would they do for eight hours? What am I supposed to do until she’s out of surgery? Wait? Pray?

“You’re going to pass out if you stay like that,” Thalia says, handing me a cup of coffee.

“I can’t just calm down. What if a complication took place and they couldn’t find a solution? Have you seen Grey’s Anatomy? Complications happen out of the blue! When you least expect it! A woman once died because of hiccups and another one died because the resident forgot to check her throat and there was soot in there!” I exclaim. “Can you guarantee that they won’t make mistakes?”

“Wow… She made you addicted to the show and it ruined you,” Thalia comments, and I frown. Am I going out of my mind? “Linnea is going to be more than fine. She’s our fighter. She has be