Time dragged in the maternity wing.
Damon sat with his elbows on his knees, hands together, looking straight ahead at the double doors.
His face was calm, but the tension in his shoulders hadn't left since they arrived. He had paced earlier, now he was still. His knee bounced slightly.
Joey leaned on the wall to Damon's right, arms crossed. He kept glancing between his phone and the hallway.
Ashley sat next to Macey, legs tucked under her, phone in hand but not really using it. Victor stood near the corner, back straight, watching everything quietly.
Aoife was beside Macey, her legs crossed, one hand on her chin. No one spoke much.
A nurse passed once, then again, but neither stopped or said anything. The muted TV in the waiting room played something no one cared about. The screen showed a forest scene, but no one was watching.
