Noah

A waiting room in a hospital the place is silent, only broken by the occasional sound of footsteps and the distant clatter of a machine Noah is sitting in a chair staring at the white walls, his hands clasped in his lap Noah's eyes are red and tired as if he's been waiting there for hours unable to move, not knowing how to face what might happen the clock on the wall ticks slowly but time seems to have stopped for him
talking to himself in a low voice as if he needed to confirm something he can't believe
What if... it doesn't work out?
sighs deeply feeling the weight of the words on his chest
I don't want to think about it but... what if all this ends today?
He says this scared of the operation