I was panicking by the second. We’ve been here for hours, and Jeremy was not back yet. My mum had gone to sleep in another ward- for hours, and was already back, yet, Jeremy wasn’t back from donating blood.

Mariah and her adopted daughter, Stacy, were seated together, tense. Connor sat at a distance alone- he hadn’t left since morning as well. John had ordered us food, but I had barely touched mine.

I just wanted Zayne to wake, and Jeremy to show up fine. I looked at Chris, my arms folded on my chest. He’s been here since morning. He didn’t leave. I almost felt pity for him. Both...