ASHER
It all happened in a flash. One moment, I was having a conversation with Anna and the next thing I knew, she was being hefted onto an ambulance headed for the hospital, leaving a pool of her blood on the cobblestones.
My head spun when they wheeled her on a gurney into the theatre. I had thought my blurry vision was due to stress and my tumor until I wiped my eyes and found my palms smeared with actual tears. That was over four hours ago.
What's taking so long? Why hasn't anyone told me anything? Is surgery supposed to take this long or is it a bad sign? My fingers are still ice cold as I wait patiently outside the operating theatre. Anna's blood is smeared all over my clothes and hands. Hard as I try, I can't stop reliving the last few seconds before she pushed me in my head.
