Saturday, July 2, 2016
Royal Free London - Private Patients Unit
21 weeks...
Trey paced up and down the corridor, occasionally apologising when he found himself blocking the path for other patients or doctors. He couldn't bring himself to sit - he'd tried, and had ended up wringing his hands and bouncing his legs.
"Trey," came his mother's stern voice. He stopped pacing long enough to look at her, but that didn't stop him from tapping his foot impatiently. "I know you're worried, but can you stop pacing? You're making my nerves double."
He nodded with a muttered apology and stood pressed to the wall, hoping he could stay in one spot without going out of his mind. The possible scenarios his brain was painting for him weren't things he wanted to dwell on. He pushed off the wall a second later and resumed his pacing, checking his watch. "What's taking so long?" he grumbled, hoping nothing was seriously wrong.
