Rafe sat in the hospital waiting room, his leg bouncing impatiently as he waited for news on the younger boy since it had been hours now since they had first arrived, and still had no word from the doctors on the younger's condition. Rafe, although he'd never admit it, was beyond worried and frustrated by the silence, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.. and worst of all he was handcuffed to one of the chairs so he couldn't even get up and go find out.
Shoupe was sat next to him, his expression stoic and professional as he glanced over at Rafe, noticing his anxiousness and uneasiness, "Relax, Prince Cameron" he said, his tone laced with a hint of sympathy, "It's gonna be okay. Doctors are doing their jobs" he tells him. Rafe gritted his teeth, both his irritation at the dumb nickname and the waiting were getting the better of him, so he snapped back in a tone that was sharp and impatient, "Easy for you to say, you're not the one handcuffed" he retorted, gesturing to his cuffed hands with a frustrated jerk as they clanked.
Shoupe rolled his eyes at Rafe's response, his expression unimpressed but understanding, "Look, I get that you're worried, but you just gotta chill out a bit" he said, his tone firm, "And I had to keep you handcuffed in case you tried to cause any trouble or run off". Rafe scowled at the man's words, his irritation rising still, "I wouldn't cause trouble, I just wanna know if he's alright" he grumbled, his tone laced with both frustration and his eyes filled with impatience and helplessness.
