Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails were digging into the palm of her hand...but for hours she barely noticed. Her breaths were ragged and sometimes she would forget to breathe for long periods of time, not remembering until she suddenly felt like she was suffocating and her chest hurt...then she would suck in a deep one and go on waiting...because there was nothing else to do. The only thing she’d really been aware of was the sound of her heart throbbing against the cage inside of her chest and the small but intense pain in the nerve at the top of her head.
She was in another blindingly clean room and as the early morning sun began filtering in through the baby blue blinds on the windows that surrounded them she looked at the clock and tried to remember how long they had been here. It seemed to her as if each click of the second hand lasted a full minute. She focused her attentions then on the private waiting room they had been ushered into when the helicopter arrived.
