Chapter 19
Pad hated hospitals and he hated this one the most. The smell of Tampa Lutheran hadn’t changed, the corridors familiar despite the change of paint and wall coverings. He looked at the map to locate the emergency room, and when he saw the direction of the cancer unit, he closed his eyes and made a silent prayer and headed to E.R. Jack said nothing once they arrived and trailed him, half a step behind.
Jack doesn’t know what to say to me. Can’t blame him. Last time I was here—No, don’t think about it.
“It’ll be okay, Pad. David said she passed out, got a large bruise on her head.”
Pad picked up his pace and when he saw David, he almost ran to him. “David! David!”
“Hey, Pad, Jack. Glad you guys are here. Your aunt’s about to be discharged, doctor says she needs to rest, and we
