Waiting-such a difficult thing to do. The clock was ticking so slow for some reason. Atlas sat in front of the hospital theatre rocking back and forth. His eyes stared at the wall in a daze. He hadn't spoken a word since they brought Meredith to the hospital.
Albert, Adam and James sat beside him, showing their support for him. None of them had asked him what happened. James called them and briefly explained what had happened to them.
They quickly rushed here and Albert called Sofia to inform her too. After all, she was the only family Meredith had. Her brother was too young to be informed about this on the phone.
Atlas couldn't get the image from his mind. The tears in his Angel's eyes or the pool of blood that gushed from her stomach. He felt so useless. He couldn't do anything, anything to save his angel.
He jolted forward crashing his head forward into his palms as he squeezed his eyes shut.
