Kimbra
My heart races and my skin feels cold and clammy as my shoes squeak upon the shiny tile of the hospital hallway. The doors open as I make my way down another corridor in search of her room.
I have no idea what's happening. My damn phone died partway through my forever travels. I could have waited for Duncan, but I didn't want to. I wanted to get here as fast as possible. In hindsight, I made the wrong choice. You would think that finding a last-minute flight to Indianapolis from New York wouldn't be difficult, but apparently, that isn't always the case. Even though I made it to JFK last night, it's now Thursday morning, nearly sixteen hours and two delays later.
Besides, I couldn't expect Duncan to drop everything and join me. Not after he'd explained the whole mess with Carla.
