Patrick Collins stood quietly outside the ICU, his arms crossed and his back resting against the cold white wall. His face showed no signs of worry or fear for the old man who he had brought to the hospital in a rush. Not even a flicker of emotion crossed his features as he waited for the doctor.
There was no sign of worry or urgency in his expression. He could've been waiting for a taxi instead of a doctor for all the expression his face showed.
The hallway stretched out in silence, filled only by the low hum of machines and the soft squeak of nurse shoes on the polished floor. A wall clock ticked somewhere overhead. Patrick glanced at it once, then looked away with no sign of impatience or concern. His gaze wandered blankly across the tiled floor and up to a nearby bulletin board, but he didn't really take anything in.
