Lena let out a frustrating groan and then she just sat down, right there in the kitchen, her back against the cupboards. "Fuuccckkkkkkkkkk," she whined, stamping her feet as she did so. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, oh Jesus, fuck. Should we search hospitals to see if he's there? I mean, maybe he's just not answering because he's in the waiting room?" But then his phone would probably be turned off and it wasn't. And shit.