Chapter 12

He awaited the allotted time, his back aching from sitting for hours in the tiny, plastic chair. He adjusted himself again, sighing when he couldn't find the perfect spot, unable to find relief. He could have easily just stood up and stretched but his discomfort meant nothing if he was able to hold his mate's hand and sit next to her until she awoke. He wasn't leaving her side for even a second. It had been much longer for a few hours, but he wouldn't rush them. It was pushing half a day and his nerves could not longer take the passing minutes. Something was wrong. He knew something was wrong, otherwise, the doctor would have been back by now. He crouched over the bed, resting his elbows on the foam cushion, and brought her hand up to his lips. He placed a gently but long kiss there before whispering a prayer against her skin. He then bowed his head lower, until their jointed hands rested on his forehead and he heaved a low sigh. He repeated his prayer again, tacking on a