“Mr. Wood?” I looked up, my palms sweaty, to see a nurse standing in front of me with a clipboard in her hand. She smiled. “He’ll be alright”, she said. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you”, I croaked. She nodded. “The doctor will be with you in a moment”, she informed me and gestured to a chair nearby. “Have a seat.” Saying this, she spun on her heel and walked down the corridor, swaying her hips. I collapsed on a chair, my legs weak with gratitude and buried my face in my hands. I drew a shaky breath