KAIA REYES
The hospital air was cold and sterile, the sharp scent of disinfectant stinging my nose as I approached the reception desk. My voice came out tight, controlled.
“My mother… she was brought in earlier. Can you tell me what ward she’s in?”
"Name of the patient?" She asked.
"Uh..Mrs. Olive Reyes!" I responded.
She typed something into her computer, then looked up.
“Room 308, second floor. Down the hallway, take a left at the end.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, barely waiting for her to finish before I turned and hurried off.
As I walked through the corridor, my heels tapping against the tiles loudly counting down to a panic attack, my mind betrayed me. It went back to Caleb—of all people.
“I want to go in with you and make sure she's okay!.” I recounted his words right outsi
