MITCHELL'S POV
It's been 5 hours since they took Elias for operation, but I haven't heard from them in the last 2 hours. A while ago, Dr. Brown went out to give us an update about the surgery but that was what 2 hours ago ... and I am now so confused and concern on what is happening inside.
"Mitch, relax ... Dr. Singh is Elias Doctor since birth ... and we know that he will make sure this is a success ... calm down .. Okay ... He said it may take what, 4-6 hours .. Right? I'm sure everything is fine."
That was Aileen she stood beside me as I cannot stay on my seat. I had to walk back and forth just to calm my nerve. I look around and I could not find Noah, all I can see was his mom, Aileen, Peter, Calvin also came ... But Noah, is nowhere to be found ...
Another 30 minutes has passed, still no news on Elias and Noah ... well, he's ...
"here, drink and eat this ... you need this to make sure your strength is restored"
I look up and I saw Noah with his worried look ... am I dreaming? Is he worried about me???
Then I look at his hands I saw my favorite Lemonade and Waffles from a specific store ... but this is in a different city ... Did he travel 4 hours just to get me these??
"Noah's right ... you have to eat ... what will happen if you're sick .. Elias would feel bad"
Noah kneel down in front of me and then he unwrap the food.. And put the straw on my lemonade and hand it to me.
"Take a sip and see if it taste fresh ... I had to drive all the way to the next city just to grab this ... the waffles still hot but not fresh hot."
"Thanks"
I took the waffles and the lemonade and took some bite ...
"Mitch, will take Mrs. Armani to her room and maybe we will get some bite on our way back here ... I'll take Peter and Mr. Lopez with me"
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THROUGH THE YEARS
RomanceMitchell Salvador grew up without a father, she was left with a sick mother. So she had to works 3 jobs everyday just to pay for the hospital bill and her studies. Noah Armani was her boyfriend at that time and he is willing to stay with her throu...
