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It's Not Just The Waiting That Kills Him
Apr. 14th, 2018 05:05 pmHe broke every speed limit between Gotham and Bludhaven that evening. Then there was nothing to do but wait.
The reader board in the surgical center had changed formats. It no longer listed names, just patient numbers and their current stage. The number was the first piece of information they'd received beyond the initial phone call and Bruce had memorized it instantly. As he paced the waiting room with his arms crossed tightly against his chest, his eyes traveled to the status board regularly. Sometimes the information would rotate through to a second screen and the information he was seeking wouldn't be there when he glanced up. For that brief second, he fought back panic.
Alfred had glued himself to the nurse's station, bypassing the information desk. If anyone could coax extra information out of the staff, it was the eloquently spoken and insistant gentleman. Bruce glanced in his direction regularly as well drawing strength from afar.
An hour after arriving, there was still no word.
He finally took a seat. And dropped his head into his hands.
The reader board in the surgical center had changed formats. It no longer listed names, just patient numbers and their current stage. The number was the first piece of information they'd received beyond the initial phone call and Bruce had memorized it instantly. As he paced the waiting room with his arms crossed tightly against his chest, his eyes traveled to the status board regularly. Sometimes the information would rotate through to a second screen and the information he was seeking wouldn't be there when he glanced up. For that brief second, he fought back panic.
Alfred had glued himself to the nurse's station, bypassing the information desk. If anyone could coax extra information out of the staff, it was the eloquently spoken and insistant gentleman. Bruce glanced in his direction regularly as well drawing strength from afar.
An hour after arriving, there was still no word.
He finally took a seat. And dropped his head into his hands.
