Soft clicks of her heels against the linoleum flooring of the hospital waiting room echoed. Dorothy’s phone pressed against her ear as she spoke with her daughter and grand-daughter. “Don’t worry, baby - everything will be just fine.” The chief justice hummed, the news of the President’s life-threatening injuries quickly making news headlines. Her nose in the air as grabbed a styrofoam cup of coffee from a nurse, waving off any other interaction until her phone call was over.
Hanging up, the chief made her way over to the Berkeleys; finding her a seat in one of the many uncomfortable waiting room chairs. “Any word?” She asked the couple rather uninterested. Dorothy knew she had not a care in the world for Wright’s recovery, but at least pretending to be concerned in a room of hospital personnel would at least suffice. For the mean time.
“I’m sure there’s a bible around here somewhere.” Dorothy gave Julian a reassuring smile - cheeks popping as she moved a strand of gray hair out of her eye. You know, just in case.
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