Chapter93: 93

After an hour had passed, he jumped to his feet. “I’m going to see what’s taking so long,” he said. Chris strolled over to the reception desk and leaned forward, putting his weight on the counter. “Hey!” he called to the nurse behind the counter. “What’s taking so long? My sister’s in pain out here! We’ve been waiting over an hour!” “Patients are seen in order of the severity of their conditions,” the nurse explained. “It’s not first come, first served.” “Well, how long will it be?” he asked. “It shouldn’t be long now, long now less someone comes in with a serious condition. They were backed up, but they’re almost caught up,” she told him. Chris stormed back over to me with his fists balled up beside him. He slumped back into his seat and sulked, muttering obscenities under his breath. “If you want to go home, it’s…” I started to say. “No way,” Chris said flatly. “I’ll stay as long as it takes. I just don’t want you sitting here in for ain so long.” “It’s not so bad,” I lied. In truth,