Tick. Tick. Tick.

That's all he could hear, that's all anyone could now hear. The white walls have now started to become blinding. But it's all he could see. The white walls and the hissing of the clock were now permanently etched into his brain. He couldn't move. He couldn't think. And most importantly he couldn't picture life without her.

"Please be okay. Please be okay." He kept repeating to himself.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Finally, into what seemed like the final hour, a young doctor stepped into the waiting room, wearing what he hoped was not Brett's blood all over him.

"Sylvie Brett." He tiredly called out.

Everyone jumped up at once like they were on a trampoline.

"Are you all here for Ms. Brett?" The doctor asked carefully.

"Yes, we're her family. Is she okay?" Casey rushed out. The doctor let out a sigh of relief it seemed like he had been holding for a year.

"For now, yes, Ms. Brett should recover. She had severe internal bleeding, broken ribs, and a concussion. We have been working on here from the moment she was brought in, but it seems that in time she will make a full recovery." Relief swept across the waiting room like one big tsunami.

"Oh thank God." Casey cried.

"Can I see her?" Casey Impatiently asked.

"Of course, she's been awake for about an hour now, but the rest of you should go home and visit Ms. Brett tomorrow; she needs her rest." Reluctantly everyone but Casey left.

"Follow me, sir." Casey followed the young doctor as if he were leading him to heaven.

"Brett?"

"Oh Casey, I was so scared. I didn't want to die." Brett cried.

Casey carefully hugged and kissed Brett as much as he could without hurting her.

"I love you, Casey."

"I love you too, Brett."

Matthew Casey then decided that waiting was by far the most hurtful part.

Tick. Tick. Tick.