Chapter 292:
Steve's POV
I was pacing back and forth in that narrow medical corridor with rapid, agitated, and erratic steps, my fists clenched violently inside my coat pockets in an attempt to control the trembling of my fingers. I was living completely on my nerves, every fiber of my being ablaze with anxiety. I didn't know how I would endure these agonizing minutes, or how I would swallow the fact that I was standing helpless, my hands tied behind this fucking door, while Julie fought her battle entirely alone inside. Terrifying questions began to mercilessly gnaw at my mind: Is she afraid right now? Are her insides being torn apart by the pain? Is she screaming my name without me hearing her?
