@mekahero.
Golden hues shifted their attention from the clock which was adorning the wall nearby, to the young female who just kept creating every noise possible with that laptop in her hands. A waste of time according to Widowmaker’s point view.
And the seconds became minutes, slow—agonizing.
What’s more to note, the mere fact that she found herself unable to make short work of this whole waiting process by creating some sort of havoc but unfortunately for her, it would come against with the rules of the hospital.
At this point, she could not help but exhale deep through nostrils, eyes growing sharp in mild irritation.
“Are you not done with this yet? It’s been an hour already.”












