Torture?

So I was laying in bed this morning trying to figure out what to do my second post about this week, and I couldn't think of anything. Then, I got a phone call that my best friend had been in a serious motorcycle accident, and that I should get to the ER as soon as possible. As I was sitting there in the waiting room, I thought that it was kind of my own form of torture. More than likely, I'll never be exposed to any of those other things that I've written about, so as I was sitting in that waiting room, not knowing anything about how he was doing, I thought that it was torture. It was emotional torture for sure, but still torture nonetheless. They weren't allowed to release any information about him, so at one point we didn't even know if he was going to be okay. I guess long story short, we all have different forms of torture. It's not something that only exists in third world countries, wars, or many years ago - we each have something that is torturous to us as an individual, and I've realized that that my weakness - my torture - is my friends and family being in danger. WHOA kinda deep, but I'm headed back to the hospital right now and don't have time to research a real torture method right now, so this is what you get!