Neil hadn't sat down even for a second since his wife had been wheeled into the emergency operating room. He glanced at the red light every now and then, praying desperately that she would be fine. With every passing second without any feedback from the nurses or doctors, Neil felt himself losing his sanity. He had been pacing around for three hours, and the only words he'd heard from the nurses were of concern for his own health. He was covered in bruises from head to toe, his head was injured, and the bandage was covered in blood. He was only wearing Liam's jacket under the cold air conditioner of the waiting room.