Sasha's feet barely touched the ground as she and Stella rushed into the hospital. Her chest felt too tight, her mind spinning with panic as the fluorescent lights overhead buzzed coldly.
"Excuse me!" Stella called out, grabbing the attention of a nurse at the reception. "A patient was rushed in-Mrs. Vera Hart....Can you tell us where she is?"
The nurse checked the monitor, then looked up. "Ward C. Third floor. She's in critical care. Are you family?"
"I'm her daughter," Sasha said quickly, already moving toward the hallway.
The elevator felt too slow. Sasha kept chewing on her lower lip, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if to keep from breaking apart. Stella stood beside her, silent but visibly worried.
When they reached the ward, the doctor was just stepping out of her mot
