Draymond waited patiently, sitting on the stainless chair in the lobby. He glanced at the clinic door for what felt like the umpteenth time, his arms crossed and his gaze sharp. His legs shook with tension as he waited.
"What's taking them so long?" he wondered inwardly, checking his watch once again.
People passed by, some staring at him, but Draymond ignored them, lost in his thoughts. Faint giggles and chuckles barely registered, and he didn't bother to glance at them.
He felt scrutinized by the nurses and other women in the lobby, but he brushed it off. The only person he wanted to look at him was Zarina, with her innocent brown eyes.
It had been two hours since she entered the room. Draymond fought the urge to complain at the hospital desk about the slow service, reminding himself that his wife needed medical care and he needed to be patient.