195: Patiently Waiting

Fenella’s POV It's getting late, but I'm still patiently waiting for the doctor to come out. Laird underwent surgery to remove the bullet two hours ago. But the surgery sign lamp was still glowing red in the hospital hallway. I sat waiting on the chair with my right leg wrapped in bandages. Sometimes my ankle throbs with pain, but when I take a deep breath, the pain dissipates. My hands tightened around the jacket that Matthew had lent me. Although it wasn't enough to block the cold night, at least it was enough to cover my arms and body that were slightly exposed because of the plunging neckline jumpsuit I was wearing. It's a good thing that it was in black, so people won't be too disgusted by the traces of blood seeping through my clothes. “It's done!” Jessy exclaimed. I jumped up from my chair. My hand clasped Jessy's for a moment. Thank goodness I had a loyal friend like her. Even Prosecutors Golden and Matthew had gone home first to follow the FBI commander to their office. Not lo