33 - Felicity

Shawn doesn't give any further details about the call as we walk to the car, or during the ride back to the hotel. I don't ask because he looks troubled enough. I haven't seen him this troubled in a while.

When we get to the hotel, I follow him straight to our floor. Ryker is waiting in the hallway. They disappear inside his room. I wait outside and pace the floor.

I know I look like someone in a hospital corridor, restlessly waiting for an update on surgery. I should probably go to my own room.

Whatever Shawn is dealing with, I don't think I'll be able to help him. Still, I can't help but worry. I want to make sure he's alright.

Or at least that he will be.

Please let everything be alright.

After what feels like an eternity, the door opens. I hold my breath, hoping to see Shawn and talk to him, but it's Ryker who comes out.

"Is everything okay? I ask him.

If I can't get an update from the surgeon himself, maybe I can get one from the other doctor in the room.

"No," he answers. "There