Waiting for answers

Waiting for answers

Ava's heart was racing as she sat in the hospital waiting room, anxiously waiting for any news about Jack's condition. The doctors had rushed him into surgery as soon as they arrived, and Ava was left to sit and wait, her mind racing with thoughts of what could happen.

Every time a doctor or nurse walked by, Ava would jump up, hoping for news. But every time they just walked past, she felt a sense of disappointment wash over her. She felt so helpless, so lost, so afraid.

"Why isn't he awake yet?" Ava asked the nurse who had been checking in on her every hour. "He's been in surgery for hours now."

The nurse tried to calm Ava down, assuring her that the doctors were doing everything they could to save Jack's life. But Ava couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was slowly creeping up on her.

As the hours passed, Ava's anxiety grew, and her mind started to race with dark thoughts. What if Jack didn't make it? What would happen to her? How could she live without him? The thought of losing Jack was too much for Ava to bear.

Suddenly, Ava's phone rang, and she jumped in her seat, nearly dropping it. It was the same number that had called her before. The same number that had threatened her and Jack.

Ava's hand trembled as she answered the phone, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hello?"

"I see you're still alive," the man on the other end of the line said in a menacing voice.

Ava's heart raced as she tried to compose herself. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to sound brave.

"I want you to know that I'm watching you," the man said. "I'm watching everything you do. And if you don't do what I say, I'll make sure that you and your husband pay the price."

Ava's mind raced with fear and confusion. Who was this man, and what did he want? And why was he doing this to her and Jack?

"I don't know what you want," Ava said, her voice shaking. "Please just leave us alone."

But the man just laughed. "You should have thought of that before you got involved with him," he said before hanging up.

Ava felt a shiver run down her spine as she put the phone down. She felt more alone than ever, and the fear inside of her was suffocating.

Just then, the door to the waiting room opened, and a doctor walked in. Ava jumped to her feet, her heart racing with hope and fear.

"Miss ?" the doctor said, addressing Ava.

Ava nodded, her throat dry. "Yes, how is he?" she asked, barely able to get the words out.

The doctor looked at Ava with a sad expression. "I'm sorry, Ms. Smith," he said. "Jack's condition is very serious. He's still in critical condition, and we're not sure if he's going to make it."

Ava felt her heart drop into her stomach as tears started to roll down her face. "No, no, no," she muttered to herself. "This can't be happening."

The doctor tried to reassure Ava, telling her that they were doing everything they could, but Ava could barely hear him. All she could think about was Jack and how she might lose him.

Ava sat back down in her chair, her mind racing with thoughts of what could happen. She felt so lost, so helpless, so afraid. And as the hours passed, she could feel her fear turning into anger. Anger at the man who had done this to her and Jack.

As Ava sat in the hospital waiting room, her mind raced with thoughts of what could happen. The doctor had just delivered the devastating news that Jack's condition was critical, and she wasn't sure how to cope with the uncertainty.

Ava's anger grew with each passing moment. How could someone do this to her and Jack? Who was this man, and what did he want? She knew she couldn't just sit there and wait for something to happen. She had to take action.

Ava stood up, wiping away her tears, and marched towards the hospital entrance. She needed to find out who was behind this, and she needed to do it now.

But as she reached the entrance, she was stopped by a group of men in black suits. They stood in her way, blocking her path.

"Excuse me," Ava said, trying to push past them. "I need to leave."

One of the men stepped forward, his face stern. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't leave. We've been instructed to keep you here."

Ava's anger flared. "Who instructed you? And why can't I leave?"

The man just stared at her, his expression unreadable. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't say. Please return to the waiting room."

Ava tried to push past the men again, but they held her back. She felt trapped, alone, and helpless. She didn't know what to do.

Just then, her phone rang again. It was the same number that had called her before.

Ava hesitated for a moment before answering, unsure of what to expect.

"Hello?" she said, her voice shaking.

"I hope you're enjoying your stay at the hospital, Ava," the man on the other end of the line said.

Ava's anger boiled over. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I want you to know that I'm serious," the man said. "You and your husband are in danger. You need to listen to me if you want to stay alive."

Ava's mind raced with fear and confusion. She didn't know who this man was, but she knew she couldn't trust him.

"I don't know what you want," Ava said, her voice shaking. "Please just leave us alone."

But the man just laughed. "It's too late for that, Ava," he said before hanging up.

Ava felt a shiver run down her spine as she put the phone down. She felt more alone than ever, and the fear inside of her was suffocating.

She turned to the men in black suits, her anger still boiling over. "Who are you working for? Why can't I leave?"

But the men just stared at her, their expressions blank. They didn't say anything, and Ava knew that she wasn't going to get any answers from them.

Ava slumped back into her chair, feeling defeated. She didn't know what to do or where to turn. All she could do was wait and hope for the best.

Hours passed, and Ava's anxiety grew. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. She felt like she was living in a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up.

And then, suddenly, the door to the waiting room opened, and the same doctor walked in. Ava jumped to her feet, her heart racing with hope and fear.

Ava felt her heart race as she looked at the doctor, hoping for good news.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ava ," the doctor said, his voice heavy with sorrow.