Zachary's gaze was fixed on the door in front of him.
He stood there for several minutes, yet nobody came out.
Nurses occasionally passed by with files or medical supplies in their hands, speaking quietly to one another, but Zachary barely noticed them. His entire attention remained on that single door. He had to hold himself back several times from pushing it open.
His fingers would twitch slightly at his side whenever he imagined Sienna lying unconscious inside. But every time he was about to barge into the emergency room, he stopped himself.
He knew very well how hospitals worked. Doctors hated it when impatient family members barged in during examination or treatment.
The last thing he wanted was to distract the medical staff while they thoroughly checked her condition.
Still, his patience was becoming thinner by the second. Another minute passed. Then another.
Zachary's jaw tightened.
