Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 100

Killian’s POV

I paced back and forth with my arms crossed together, waiting for Drystan to call us back. Behind me, Giselle sat in silence, her gaze fixed on the empty hallway, waiting for someone to appear and call us.

The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. My brows are furrowed with worry, my mind racing with a thousand possible scenarios, each one more dire than the last. I couldn’t rest until I knew that Astrid was safe.

Giselle, too, felt the weight of the wait, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles turning white with the strain.

“How long have we been waiting here?” I asked Giselle as I grew more and more impatient.

Giselle glanced down at her phone, her expression pensive. “It’s been over two hours,” she murmured as her brows furrowed in confusion.

Two hours? Something doesn’t feel right. It wouldn’t take the doctor two hours to explain his diagnosis, wouldn’t he?

My heart sank as I ran a hand through my hair, a frustrated sigh escaping my lips. “Why haven’t they come out to tell us anything?”

Giselle reached out, placing a comforting hand on my arm. “Should we call a nurse?” She suggested with worry clouding her features.

I shook my head. “No need, I’m going to check it myself,” I answered her as I strode towards Astrid’s room.

As I approached her room, my resolve began to waver, and a nagging sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach.

I could no longer wait in the hallway.

Giselle followed behind me, trying to match my footsteps. Her steps have become slow because she’s already heavily pregnant.

When I reached the hallway that led to Astrid’s room, I stopped in my tracks when I saw janitors coming in and out of Astrid’s room, emptying and cleaning the area.

“Excuse me,” I called one of the janitor’s attention.

“Yes, sir?” she asked as she faced me.

My eyes roamed inside the empty room. There are no traces of Astrid and Drystan in it.

The bed is already stripped of its linens as a pair of janitors methodically cleaned the space.

My breath got caught in my throat as I shifted my gaze back to the janitor in front of me. “Where’s the patient who was in here?”

The two janitors exchanged a glance, their expression somber.

“Are you related to the patient, sir?” The janitor asked after she turned her attention to me.