122. A Critical Condition.

In the hospital, Gavin sat on a plastic chair, just outside the door of the room his wife was kept. He was instructed to wait there by the doctor as he clearly could not help but be manic at the situation.

The doctor, a spectacled tall man, could clearly tell that Gavin was already in deep worry for his wife, and needed him to cool off, hence sending him outside of the room.

"What the hell is going on?" Gavin jumped up from the chair once he saw the doctor poke his head out of the room.

The doctor reached out his hand and signalled for him to calm down and sit right back down to the chair.

"It's okay, Mr. Gavin," the man said calmly. "Don't panic over whatever it is that I am about to tell you, you hear me?"

Gavin gave no response, but repeated once again the same question he had asked before, this time with a much more menacing tone. "Just tell me, doctor. What the hell is going on with my wife? I need to know. I am a full grown up man. I am not a kid, I do not need anyone trying