I honk the horn loudly as I shout at the man who almost runs over Hilary. He just flips me the middle finger before continuing on his way. Quickly, I park the car in the first available space and run out towards the hospital doors.
Hilary is already inside, inquiring about her sister when I reach her. Hilary can't stop crying, and I put my hands on her shoulders, offering my support and letting her know that I'm here, and no matter what happens, I'll always be by her side.
I am distressed too. I don't know what's happening to Emily, and no one is saying anything. She is the most important little one in my life. There's a lump in my throat preventing me from speaking, and my eyes are filled with tears. Although I try to hold them back, they persist, eager to be shed.
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