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fallen for not
Morgan.”
    Suddenly a wave of jealousy rushes through me.
Feeling completely awkward by her admission of wishing she fell for
Marcus, I stand up not knowing what the hell I should do., but I
can’t even look at her again. The only thing I do know is I can't
continue to listen to her talk about being with Marcus or I might
do something foolish that will embarrass both of us, so I just walk
away from her.
    Booming voices draw my attention and I realize
it is the same muffled noise I heard earlier. Outside the door
leading to the intensive care unit I spot several of the officers
that work with Tristan and their families gathering. My fear that
something bad has happened to Tristan drives me to walk down the
hallway to see what the commotion is about.
    Being from Willow I know most of the police
force, so I'm not shocked when I see so many familiar faces and
several of them nod their heads acknowledging me as I pass. Some
have their eyes downcast, but all have sadness etched in their
features. The noise grows and now I can tell that it is angry
voices coming from beyond the double doors of the intensive care
unit.
    I stand on my tip toes, peek through the small
window near the top of the door and spot Tristan’s grandfather and
dad standing in front of a glass wall that I assume is Tristan's
room. Beck has his arms crossed with a dismissive look set on his
face. Granddad Walker's arms are stretched wide one second and
flailing around the next. Typically, I'm not a nosy person, but
this scene has my nerves on edge. I've never seen Granddad so
upset. A nurse pushes the door open from inside, bumping into me
causing me to fall backward into someone. Small hands grab me by
the arms helping me stand up again. Turning around to thank them, I
see that it's Waverly. She must have heard the commotion and
decided to investigate too.
    “ Thanks.” I say.
    “ Yeah, no problem,” Waverly mumbles
before asking, “What's going on in there anyway?”
    “ I'm not sure, but whatever it is I
think I'll stay out here until it's over.”
    “ Yeah,” she nods her head in
agreement. “I heard Tristan's dad has been acting shitty to some of
the staff. Maybe that's why his grandfather is so
upset.”
    I sigh staring at the door leading into
Tristan’s unit and wonder if I should go back. I begin chewing on
the inside of my cheek, debating that checking on Tristan was my
reason for coming here. Stepping away from the doorway, I plant my
back solidly against the wall. I don't want anyone thinking that
I'm just some morbid onlooker and I don’t know if his family will
want me in there.
    “ Why don't you go back?” Waverly
asks. “From what I've heard Anna hasn't left his side all night.
Y'all are friends right?”
    My chest begins to tighten and panic floods
me. I want to see Anna and offer her my support, but I'm afraid
that my anxiety will cripple me. Neither Julia nor I have ever had
a medical emergency since that terrible day when I was in middle
school. I've never dealt with a situation like this and I'm not
sure if I can handle it. I'm afraid I'll embarrass myself or give
them something else to worry about. Standing here all wired up, I
discover that I am subconsciously wringing my hands and chewing on
the inside of my cheek.
    Calm down , I command silently before I
embarrass myself in front of everyone here. My panic disorders
aren't subject to one specific trigger. It could be anything from
something as small and insignificant as a fly to a crowded, booming
rock concert. It's ludicrous and something I should have explained
to Marcus last night while we were unloading our baggage. I make a
mental note to tell him about everything very soon.
    Waverly stares curiously at me, waiting for
some sort of response. I look around for the nurse and spot her on
the phone at the nurses’ station.
    I don't look at Waverly when I finally do
speak. “I guess I can check with the nurse and see if I'm allowed
to go back. Thank you