The hunt is over... [locked to Annie Hunt]
Randall Hunt steps into the hospital waiting room without hesitation. He's been running since she had told him where she was so it's difficult not to simply sprint inside. It's more than the immediate worry over her being in a hospital (with a friend or not) that has him so antsy to see her, again.
It's been several decades since she left. Rusty spent forty years looking for her, traveling from one city to the next. His parents had told him to find her, but he would have done it even if they hadn't asked. He loved his little sister very much and wanted to be sure she was safe. The years after she'd left and he remained in New York City had been lonely. Not that he'd ever admit it in words, as if he was capable of putting his feelings into words, but it's true.
Sometimes it's hard to imagine how he ever managed without her to begin with.
Rusty stops in the doorway and scans the faces in the waiting room, right to left, getting more annoyed with every one he passes by that's not hers.
It's been several decades since she left. Rusty spent forty years looking for her, traveling from one city to the next. His parents had told him to find her, but he would have done it even if they hadn't asked. He loved his little sister very much and wanted to be sure she was safe. The years after she'd left and he remained in New York City had been lonely. Not that he'd ever admit it in words, as if he was capable of putting his feelings into words, but it's true.
Sometimes it's hard to imagine how he ever managed without her to begin with.
Rusty stops in the doorway and scans the faces in the waiting room, right to left, getting more annoyed with every one he passes by that's not hers.