Worriedly biting at her nails, Kazia glanced up at the round clock on the opposite wall from her. The black hands read 1:05, Danielle had them rush in around nine. Kazia couldnt breathe, she hated hospitals, she hated waiting and she hated the fact that no one else was in the waiting room but herself and a few random nurses.
Moving her hand away from her mouth Kazia started to pick at the end of her jackets' sleeve again, resisting the urge to itch at her scar. Curling up in the chair Kazia dropped her head against the wall closing her eyes, letting the drowsiness take over. When she reopened her eyes it was four AM and still not a word from anyone.
Eventually Kazia grabbed hold of one of the phantom nurses and asked them how her cousin was doing, they gave her a short reply saying, "Everythings going good! She'll be fine!" Before running off again.
Kazia ended up throwing herself back into the uncomfortable chair to try and sleep a little longer, praying that sometime soon someone will come along and awake her.