Dawsey| Above the clouds

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Maggie show the way to a nearby chair so I can sit down. I don't have to go out to the waiting room where everyone else have to wait. Sitting in the chair I'm sitting in now is the worst, you have no power at all and the only thing you can do is to wait, and I don't have patience.

Five minutes later, it's been the longest five minutes of my life, never have I ever noticed that one second can be so long.

There's a loud beep coming from the room Gabby is in. Quicker then ever I get up from the chair I'm sitting in and go a few steps forward to get closer to the room. But I don't hear anything but the beep.

Dr. Rhodes comes from another room. He's in a hurry and as he rushes forward he's putting on a pair of rubber gloves.

"Rhodes?" I ask as he comes closer.

"Not now" he say as he walk by me without ever giving me eye contact.

He rush into the room Gabby is in. I try to peek into the room while the door is open but the door is closed as quick as it was opened.

The beep stops pretty quick but it doesn't make me calm down, I won't relax until I know everything is okay.

The door is opened again but this time everyone comes out pushing the stretcher out from the room, they are in a hurry. I walk up the the stretcher to look at Gabby but Dr.Rhodes is standing in my way.

"Back off" he say.

I keep walking alongside the stretcher and I don't listen to what Dr.Rhodes just said.

"You need to tell me what's going on!" I yell.

He gives me a light push on my chest but it's enough to trigger something. I push him back. Which trigger something in him so we start to push on each other and it's getting more and more rough.

Someone comes from behind and grip me tightly, I get pulled away and dragged into waiting room. When I get dragged down in a chair I see it's Dr. Halstead.
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After sitting in the waiting room for hours, I am near dying. The clacking of the keys coming from the receptionist and the constant boring commercials from the TV is making me go crazy. I want, I need to know what's going on with my wife right now. Not in ten minutes, five hours or 30 years later; I want to know now before my brain shut down and before my anger do something about that lady that has been talking to her best friend for the past hour.

Yeah, I've heard it all. The best friend, Annie, saw a really good looking guy working at the ice cream stand at the mall downtown. She was really impressed by his skills and cuteness so she did some digging and found him on Facebook. Now Annie want to know if she should contact him or not.

I don't get how someone can talk about one single thing for more than an hour. But I'm probably not supposed to understand.

I think I've asked every single person that work here about an update on Gabby, but no one seems to know anything about it.

I'm getting stressed about it. In this case it feels like no news are bad news.