James, meanwhile, stalks about in the waiting room. He can't sit, or maybe he doesn't want to sit. Stalking is better, pacing a hole in the floor, the fake-marble tiled floor he's stared at in countless hospitals and offices and other such sterilized buildings all over the world. They all seem to have the same floor.
It's really happening, isn't it? He wants to break out into a grin. He does--a quick, mad grin, accompanied by a clenched fist. He pushes that hand through his hair, still staring at the floor, his black shoes stepping on the faint grey lines separating the tiles. Had it really been just a few hours since he left his last mission? And now here he was, in the hospital, his daughter about to be born... His daughter. Did he even deserve one? Whether he did or not, he was going to have one.
A daughter. A daughter. He'd have to raise her, feed her, watch her--what the hell? What was he getting himself into? No, no, why did he even agree--but maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe...maybe...
Oh, hell. He didn't know. He sat heavily into a chair. Jumped back up seconds later, as if he had felt a pin on his backside. Back to pacing, now glaring at the seat, now staring at the wall, thinking maybe he could see through it, see Sarah, maybe that'd clear up his mind...
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Date: 2007-12-31 06:08 pm (UTC)It's really happening, isn't it? He wants to break out into a grin. He does--a quick, mad grin, accompanied by a clenched fist. He pushes that hand through his hair, still staring at the floor, his black shoes stepping on the faint grey lines separating the tiles. Had it really been just a few hours since he left his last mission? And now here he was, in the hospital, his daughter about to be born... His daughter. Did he even deserve one? Whether he did or not, he was going to have one.
A daughter. A daughter. He'd have to raise her, feed her, watch her--what the hell? What was he getting himself into? No, no, why did he even agree--but maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe...maybe...
Oh, hell. He didn't know. He sat heavily into a chair. Jumped back up seconds later, as if he had felt a pin on his backside. Back to pacing, now glaring at the seat, now staring at the wall, thinking maybe he could see through it, see Sarah, maybe that'd clear up his mind...
Damn, he wish he hadn't given up smoking!