His Anxiety Had Overcome Him
Back in the waiting area, Alex’s anxiety had reached a simmering boil. He sat with his leg bouncing uncontrollably, sweat gathering at his temple. The sharp antiseptic smell in the hospital only added to the discomfort, and he checked his watch every few minutes.

Though he was physically still, his mind was racing. Every sound, every footstep outside the door, made him jump slightly. Thoughts of Sarah and the baby swirled around his head, mixed with fear, pressure, and memories he couldn’t shake.
