Who Am I?

Thor paced about the waiting room, not daring to walk away in fear that if he left the doctors would come out with information for him. The rest of Garnet’s family came and held vigil in the waiting room while staring at him with open hostility.

The sterile white of the hospital walls mocked his churning stomach and he felt so sick, it was like the walls were closing in. It had been several long hours since Garnet had been wheeled into the operating theatre and so far there was still nothing from the doctors and that just made the fear more palpable.

He could still hear the gunshot and his mind was stuck in a constant replay of her body falling heavily to the ground. He was afraid, terrified that he would lose her before he got a chance to really live and he felt like he was drowning in a pool of regrets.

While other people in the hospital went about their business, not being aware of the torment he was suffering internally he felt like the burden of the world rested on his shoulders.