One Hundred and Twenty One

May’s POV

I blew my nose again into the tissue Emily handed to me, but I didn’t feel any better. I was standing there in the hall, just outside the operating room, waiting for anyone to come tell me what was going on, how the surgery went, but there was nothing yet.

I caught my reflection in the mirror that was against the window in front of me, and I could see that I looked like shit, but I didn’t care. I had my mascara run down a line on both sides of my face, and my eyes were red from all the tears I had cried.

“Are you okay?” I heard my mother’s voice behind me, but I didn’t answer her. Just how in the world would she think that I was okay?

I wasn’t, but I didn’t care, so she shouldn’t as well.

“Just leave me alone.” I said, mentally. I wanted to open my mouth to say that, but I couldn’t. It was as if my throat had dried up, and somehow I just couldn’t deal.

I needed water, something to ease this pain in my throat, this uneasiness, but I couldn’t even go get it from the cafet