Tension Thickened in the Room
In the examination room, the family’s anxiety reached a breaking point. Nyx lay quietly at their feet, unaware of the rising tension. Emma nervously fiddled with her shoelaces while Alex’s gaze never left the clock. Mr. Johnson paced, his thoughts running wild. Grace tried to stay composed, but her eyes kept flicking toward the door.
“What’s taking so long?” Ethan muttered, frustration creeping in. They exchanged uneasy glances, each wondering what was happening behind that door. “Do you think it’s serious?” Alex whispered. Grace shrugged, attempting to reassure them. “We’ll know soon enough,” she said. Even Nyx seemed on edge now, his ears flicking at every sound.