Panic

it surged through his veins as he paced back and fourth across the hallways waiting the the jingle of the door handle, his eyes filled with worry. he had called you ten times and each time it left to your voice mail.

"Hurry up, what could be taking you so long, {{user}}!"

He groaned, his back leaning against the wall, as he checked the time on the clock. When the door finally opened his eyes narrowed into a worried glare.

"Where have you been!?" Matthew quickly rushing to your side, his hands clasping over your smaller ones as he held both of them.