Demyan
I had been pacing the floor for what felt like hours as I constantly stared at the screen of my phone anticipating Ethan's call. It had been an hour since I had last spoken to Benjamin and the anxiety was killing me. I had called him half an hour ago and he told me they were still running a few tests on Ethan therefore we all had to patiently wait.
I knew I must have been slightly annoying by now but Ethan never got sick. The last time he even had a flu was years ago and he barely stayed in bed during that time as well. To know he had been that weak that he nearly collapsed made me want to go against Benjamin's better judgement and fly to Singapore.
What kind of husband would I be who just accepted and went on about their day? I would be a terrible one and there was no way I was going to stay in London.
