The Hospital

There is something seriously wrong with Carrie. You drive to the hospital and pull into the emergency parking.

You place one arm underneath both of hers. You practically carry her inside. The admitting nurse takes one look at her.

“How long has she been like this?”

“A couple hours.”

“Get her over to room one. I’ll start the admission paperwork.”

You haul her over to a bed and place her down.

A nurse begins to take vitals. She looks up at you.

“We’re going to get her to the ICU. Are you her husband?”

“No.”

“Relative?”

“No.”

“You’ll have to wait out here then.”

You allow them to pull her away. You stroll over to the desk.

“When can I visit my friend?”

“ICU visiting hours don’t start for another four hours, but you can wait.”

You sigh and take a seat.

You grab some chips from the vending machine and read through a variety of magazines.

You look up. The double door swings open and your jaw drops…