What a BEAUTIFUL banner by JoeyCross I CANT WAIT TO END THIS BOOK. THE END IS NEAR WAHEY
Rushing through the hospital doors was like a nightmare. My shoes squeaked against the clean floor, past the dozens of people waiting in the waiting room, past the children playing in the kids area, past the pictures from patients hanging on the walls and straight to the reception desk. "I'm looking for my mother, Ophelia Peak. Do you know what room she's in?" I demanded with urgency. I couldn't use my phone to call Darius or to find out where Ellie is because it had powered off a day ago according to Ajax. I wished I knew the numbers but I didn't.
I felt sick. There was no language, no word in any alphabet that could describe how I was feeling. Fear was the devil and it raced with me, pumping along with my blood, muttering ghastly scenarios into my ear.
I was terrified. I was so, so terrified.
The white-uniformed receptionist glanced up at me. "I'm sorry, visiting times are not until five."
"Just tell me what room she's in!" I thundered, snatching the attention of those nearby. I grabbed the edge of the reception desk with shaky fingers. "Please, just look for her. She was assaulted and admitted a few days back. If you could just check..."
Another receptionist came over, his expression stern as he said. "Ma'am, visiting hours are not until three more hours. If you'd like to wait in the waiting room."
"At least tell me if she's okay, that's all. I'm begging you, please. I need to know. She's my Mum." I begged pitifully, unashamed and long past caring for the tears that slid down the curve of my cheek.
They must've took pity on me because the first receptionist looked hesitant and finally said. "OK. What did you say her name was again?"
"Ophelia Peaks."
No physical torture could amount to the torture I was put through as I waited for the receptionist finish tapping away at her keyboard and then end the call.
I held my breath and in that moment I could hear everything. The clock ticking obnoxiously from down the hall. The "that's my toy" from a greedy child. The coins pushed into the vending machine. The pointed cough from a woman. The ruffle of papers. The beeps, the machines, the cries, the deaths...
"OK, thank you... I'll let her know... She's in a coma..." The rest of her words were drowned out by a sea of despair.
I tried to inhale as I felt the wet trickle of a tear slip under my chin but it just wasn't possible. Oxygen, cruelly, was snatched away from me by a hand that taunted me. I blurry saw the concerned looks of the receptionist and like a roundabout, the room began spinning crazily, colours merged together in a blur, voices became loud, noises boomed.
Lifting my tongue was like trying to breathe; near impossible, and I could only manage a whisper. "A coma."
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