There were nurses already securing his bed, when a girl had taken his phone from his hands and they pushed him down the corridor. Although she looked at the recent text from someone, asking where he was. Looking as he was pushed off, she looked back down and texted back the location before bringing his phone to his room.
Relief washed over her when she received an answer back not from him but from a nurse who had told her he had all ready been taken in. Grabbing her book bag, Sansa pulled her car keys out and headed to Trinity Hospital as quickly as she could making it there in twenty minutes, her heart was racing rapidly as her stomach churned in fear as she approached the front desk and asked for which room was Petyr Baelish’s in. They pointed her in the direction he was located and what room he was in but told her that she would have to wait in the waiting room until his operation was complete.
It was hard to keep her nerves calm on her way here, though the anxiety she was feeling was much worse then before as she paced throughout the waiting room, glancing out to see the red operation light was off. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to sit down and wait until someone came for her.